Time again, call me, call me, to the door, ring the bell, come to the second floor, as I pull off the yellow plastic cap, the smell arises in my nose,click on the buttons, push down, tap, tap, click, switch, wait for the acceleration, plane on, acceleration, plane on.Wait for the acceleration, plane on, acceleration, plane on.Wait for the acceleration, plane on, acceleration, plane on.There is life in everything, from the smelly street drain, to the itch of my toe, from the crack in the wall, to the flame of a plutonium,no phone rings, fish cries, Sunday walks, the inside is warm, through the tunnel, plane on, the house is empty now, I like the plane, plane on.No phone rings, fish cries, Sunday walks, the inside is warm, through the tunnel, plane on.No phone rings, fish cries, Sunday walks, the inside is warm, through the tunnel, plane on.No phone rings, fish cries, Sunday walks, the inside is warm, through the tunnel, plane on.