I like it    I don't like it

Things are moving sideways, they are tracing every step It starts a circle, it starts connection Not waiting for a net, jumping reckless, set still surveillance some switch, turned on Through back doors, back doors, through back doors I thought it was as it seems But everyone is alone Streetlights in the distance shed light on gravity As the traffic moves to the clothes he's seen Where the spilling of secrets on the floor Cause to question deep in our hearts I can hear it calling out to disappear again