Paroles de Silver Timothy

I was met on the road by a face I once knew Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few We went out for a time but his sentence is in Climbing in to the eye where the numbers begin Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground I was met on the road by a face that was mine Echo chambers installed where the diamonds decline You can never go home if you were never shown Spots on the irises bleed where the numbers were born Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground Go back down, don't touch the ground