music The docks, the clock, the whispers walking minds. The water would resume. The gateways of light, the unreal night. The flat curvy of a room, it gets me funny. Proving to the facts, confidential. This case, this case, this case that I, I've been working on so long, so long. First you creep, then you leap, up by the hundred feet. You're in so deep, you can't write a book. Chapter, birth, they're giving you the word. A word is just a feeling you undertook. Proving to the facts, confidential. This case, this case, this case that I, I've been working on so long, so long. music Now the road, how it slows, to you in such colorless clothes. Fantastic, elusive sense of humor. Project, protect. It's warm and it's calm and it's perfect. It's too, too, too, to put a finger on. Proving to the facts, confidential. This case, this case, this case that I, I've been working on so long, so long. music This case is closed.