None

I lift my ears as they wander away,
"Where did you find me?"
And I'd attempt to see the deceit
But I have an awful feeling you stand more sensible

You're the kind of stranger that smiles back

There is everything in between that's more wasted than you recall.

Forward now, fall back; all thought's concern, don't stay; run from me:
The man around the corner with his head bowed,
A white river that flows the wrong way

"Why do you test me?"
You can wash your hands in the cool breeze
And wrap your mind in the foul seas,
But I will never trust you.
Once the vicar wins, I see the small, small details:
A tightrope we all walk along, but some fall to either side,
'Cause it's too short to show what really matters now
Well, isn't that something, isn't it just clouds passing