Oh, stiffness in my back, won't you back off?Oh, stiffness in my neck, won't you up away?Like I can't rub away the writings on the pageThey stay, they stayLike an image erasedYou're mostly goneBut they're so faintThings tend to stay where you left them offTrouble, troubleShe never goesShe's part of your fabricYou're going to eraseYou're going to eraseOut of the ruinsAre seeds to sowThey come from the same bricksYou build and growThey're part of the fabricYou're going to eraseGoing to eraseYou're going to eraseYou're going to eraseYou're going to eraseOh, line between my browHow did you get there?Longing for a time that's already pastAnd I can't rub away the writings on the pageThe writing's on the pageThey stay, they stayLike an image erasedYou're mostly goneBut they're so faintThings tend to stay where you left them allTrouble, trouble, she never goesShe's part of your fabricYou've gone to raceOut of the ruins are seeds to sowThey come from the same bricksYou build and growThey're part of the fabricYou've gone to raceGone to raceOh, noOh, noOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohOh, stiffness in my backWon't you back off?*