We broke the windows so we could see everything Beyond the pines and passes we'll see what we mean The party left me - I was getting in the way they had to leave me - but the landmarks aren't that bad You think of yourself an Atlast Coming off (rubbing off) you're more as factless So simpler we'll see what's attractive Mapping points till it seems lineless Pointing out a perfect likeness Recall the callous in its position on the line The gaze that comes through it won't give you anything They had to leave me - and I'm proud to have a part They had to leave me - it's the nature of concern You think of yourself an atlas...