Il testo della Interest position

This time around
Some times i cry for the sane
The sane worth speaking of
Electric misery

Like lightning flashing about
In conversation
No need to call him out
Believe your intuition

How is it you want him to be
Vivid and psychic
Inventing new cliches
In you not happiness nor hope

These gifts do not matter now
The hurtful gifts we bring
Subject to prop and plan
We have to nominate a signal we can understand

By now the naked entrants
Aren't who we need
Beneath the hollow tree in gratitude
I'm waking up to cut my deal