Traces And Things

With a screaming
Down in the dark
I pulled the stillness
It's better to start

Using the page key
He locks the door
Up from the pavement
'cos she cracked the floor

Far to the north
He hadn't been that far before
Not to receive
In better days not to become

With a screaming
Down in a hole
Now there believing
It's better to fall

Using the search key
He shot them all
Further than reaching
Fall on the floor

Far to the north
He hadn't been that far before
Wasn't one
In darker days not to believe

Far to the north
He hadn't been that far before
Wasn't one
In better days not to become