Walrus

Watch your step

Who has your hand?

Turned the choir up

In the atmosphere again

I don't know

Where I was

All I knew

Was that I didn't belong anymore

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city now

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city now

Found my place

Near the back of a pen

Dig myself from the hiss

Of the tape again

Where's the ceiling

Made from his hand

Has it been removed

And is now in place of the land?

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city now

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city now

I got to go back to the city

I got to go back to the city now

I got to go back

I got to go back now

I got to go back…