Don't mind me, I've just got some problems to work out.
I'm only passing through or maybe just right out.
Somehow something set my sundial backwards, tilted and upside-down.
Now the shadow hand is pointing time right out of town.

I cease to see you when I start to shut my eyes,
and I forget that I had said my last goodbyes.
Quickly I reopen them and bid you all cheerio, my friend.
This goes on hours and it never seems to end.


I don't remember what it is
that I just said to you.
I've got Anubis on my back
and something in my shoe.

Don't walk backwards.
Don't be jealous.
You're so bloody overzealous.


I think I think I am unsure of what to say.
Live long and prosper while the winter melts away.
Sticks and stones and traffic cones may keep me safe while they break my bones.
Needles live in haystacks like a swarm of tiny drones.

Can't keep my extra senses charged for very long.
Can't bear to tell you that you're wrong, so very wrong.
Can't believe this brief reprieve is stretching outward and up my sleeve.
Simply begs the question, how could I be so naive?


I don't remember what it is
that I just said to you.
I've got Anubis on my back
and something in my shoe.

Don't walk backwards.
Don't be jealous.
You're so bloody overzealous.

Don't walk forwards.
Don't be silly.
You're the heel they call Archilles.
Don't enjoy this private screening.
This one doesn't have a meaning.