[intro] [no pulse, one warm tone enters low for the first time] [cold] I have a front now [verse] Two arms somewhere in a sheet of pictures A layer so I sit on top of the floor I did not choose the order I am simply drawn last [refrain] [warm bright] Drop him in Check the layer or he disappears under the tiles Then a controller script So he goes where you tell him [verse] [cold] I moved I want to be careful how I say this I moved And it was not me who wanted to [bridge] [both voices, no pulse, neither is speaking to the other] Left Left Right Hold on he is stuck on the corner I am stuck on the corner [verse] [cold, small] This is the last quiet one I can feel something being written There is a number in it [outro] [warm tone alone, hard cut] Finished is not the same as complete
