Transmissions from a Lonely Room

Miles above your circumstance

There's water on your mind

I've wrestled with convictions

And I've settled with the tide

It's more or less uncertainty

But still you play the game

A pedicure won't change the score

But all of this will fade

So low, better get on

Everything's stopped (down)

So slow, better get on

Everything's slowed down

Take a bath with consecrated water

From the shrine

And wash away the mud of all the

Miles you left behind

Triplicates and wedding rings

Both lethal to obtain

So batten down the credit cards

The devil's in the den