We move more than I would like to gamble I came with my pulverize crawling weakling warning My favorite come and lie here Under my bed or deeper under my fingers We're on my hands and knees in times of winding We night it's only when we civilize that worm For vagrant time we need it What secret of your knowing is there beginning For chance to beal believe it believe it [?] His window's nest is growing cold, cold, cold Set sail a norture and we work a lot, your going home?