Callous Standard - Jaunt

Sentimental friction in the early morning hours

The tempo shifts and squinting bliss wise to this old feeling

So picture this machine attempts at listening for the bell

Sad as though adrift and lagging naked

Intent on brief encounters with them

Cowers a comfortless sum

Powerless seeming only used to giving in

How it is only to come to where it’s only come from

I am independent of the systems echoed in me

Who has seen the wind or only felt it on their cheek?

Feeling good is chemistry in constants

Wise to it is keeping numbers

Cowers a comfortless sum

Powerless seeming only used to giving in

How it is only to come to where it’s only come from

Get around, get around

I can get around

Get around, get around

I can get around (About it)

Get around, get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I can get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

Get around, get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I can get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I can get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

Get around, get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I can get around (I don’t want to talk about it)

I— (I—, I—)

About it

I don’t want to talk about it

I don’t want to talk about it

I don’t want to talk about it

I don’t want to talk about it