Paroles de Look, Pt. 2

In Dallas plain– A wide vector of thing You call a big empty– Warm, hovering in situ And in this sand An endless pain Of judgment and self- Reckoning The same stiff air All my life Down And through it all You call my name Welcoming And, seeing me You, divinity, call A car engining Dead Road Slendering– All alone, ride You pull my arm You, calling me You suffer fate And self– And through it all You call my name Welcoming You turn around You're hollowing You couldn't find me in the dark