"A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken,
hopeless a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs,
holding all weight for me the weight of me
and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend..."
"I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here
and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down
The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off
if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all..."
Bend low and free the dead word
When I stand up and feel the head burst
WHen i stand out i'll hold it under..."