Текст: Karate. In Place Of Real Insight. On Cutting.

So many years, so many fears. That much time spent standing in line for a window view that I think I can use, but don't cut in line when you're way on time. Now i've figured out your deal, and my hand's on the wheel. Why did we wait until the last call? Strangely alone, strangely silent that's all, like a window view that I think you could use. The merging of lines means it might be fine. Now I've figured out your deal, and my hand's on the wheel.