Four speakers share poetic reflections on feeling trapped and yearning to escape. They explore learning to fly, the difficulty of coming down, and a sense that the good old days won't return, woven through vivid, melancholic imagery about transformation and longing.
Behind the TV screen, I'm falling to my knees. I said, you got me where you want me again, and I can't turn away. I'm hanging by a thread, and I'm feeling like a bug. I'm stuck here in between the shelves of my yesterday. I want to get away, I need to get away.
The world gets still. I'm learning to fly. Playing got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing. Well, the good old days may not return. And the rocks might melt.
Daytime, I bet you feels it just the same in the evening. I'm sipping on some sunshine, I'm on a leaving moment in the Disease all across the land.
Beautiful air conditioning, sitting in the kitchen wishing I was living like a hitman. Face down in the guarantees, Johnnys Hot Shoes getting busy with me because I get down, I get down, I get down all the way.
