It's just an image of myself
Stacks of two little boxes
That remind me of my past
It's just an image of myself

I like to pace up and down
I like to pace up and down
An empty office
With the chairs arranged in a circle
That never seems to end
I nod up and down
I collapse on myself
I let the light drown
Light it up let it down
Lost in a circle
And the light's that's mine own
Drowns
Pick it out from a crowd

So I collapse
Until I am one point
And the light falls in
And the chaos is nothing like I imagined
It's soft and billowy and ends at 5