strange language

Lyrics

up on the bluff, where i wish i was, twistin' up the pages of history, my cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin', to summon up little chunk of that history, in the corridor the shadows are long, and it messes with my equilibrium, and there's strains of a strange language, up on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut, out toward the gusts of history, my crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks, the fractal lines of history, in the corridor the shadows are long, and it messes with my equilibrium, and there's strains of a strange language, in the corridor the shadows are long, and it messes with my equilibrium, and there's strains of a strange language, up on the bluff, where i wish i was, twistin' up the pages of history, my cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'