HOUSE SWEET HOUSE

Don’t stop
Go
Don’t stop
Go
No no
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Go
Go
Don’t stop
Go
Don’t you stop
Go
Don’t kick the empty beer can
It may roll under my bike’s tire
And I’m sure to eat the concrete
Don’t you stop
Go
Don’t you stop
Don’t wait
Go
Don’t stop
Do kick the empty beer can
It may roll under my bike’s tire
Then I’m sure to eat it
Nevermind
Go
Don’t you stop
Go
Don’t tidy your hair
Go
Chromatic scale
Go
To different places at the same time
Go
Don’t stop
Go
Go
Drive
Fast
Don’t you stop
Don’t alter the speed
Drive
Don’t wait
Open the windows
Fast
Drive
Don’t stop
Open the windows again
Drive
Fast
Leave the windows open
Drive
Speed up
Speed up
Speed up
Drive
Faster than music
Drive
Tear the air
Roads seem narrow from afar
Take yourself
You yourself
Roads seem narrow from afar
Take yourself away
Drive
In different directions at the same time
In different directions at the same time
Fast
Fast
In different directions at the same time
Speed up
So everything becomes a line
Speed up
So everything becomes a line
Fast
Fast
Nothing’s better than lines
Fast
Drive
Faster than lines
Drive
Fast
So everything
Lines
Fast
Lines
So everything
Lines
Lines have no direction
Everything turned into a line
Lines
Lines have no direction
Drive differently
Do it differently
What’re they saying?
Drive
Fast
Wherever you went
Lines have no direction
Have you seen your fingers?
Have you actually seen your fingers?
Do you know where you’ve gotten?
Look into your palms
Do you know where you’ve reached?
Look into your palms
No stopping
Fast
You’re driving through the lines in your palm
There are more fingers
Than people
Lead your fingers to your veins
Don’t stop
Finger
Your fingers
Lead them
Far away
Away to your veins
In the direction of the delta of your veins
Lines have no directions
You’ll see
Your fingers
Lay them
On your pulse
Lay your fingers
And feel
You can never feel too much
Lay
Your fingers
Feel
And you’ll know
That there’s one heart that beats for you
You move
You’re the equalizer of your pulse music
You
You move
She moves
I move
We move
You
Him
Her
Us
Are lines
Let’s dance to the music of our pulse
Dance
Dance to the music of our pulse
Dance to the music of our pulse
Let’s dance to the music of our pulse
Let’s celebrate the beat of our pulse
You are a line
She is a line
I am insane
Everybody is
Feels good, doesn’t it
Crazy
No stopping
They have no beginning
Lines
No ending
Drive
Fast
No halting
Nobody’s in the way
Nobody’s in anybody’s way
Let’s love
At least for a instance
While nobody’s in anybody’s way
Let’s not let the moments go
When were you at home the last time?
When were you at home the first time?
When?
How do you tell a home from yourself?
How do you tell a home from me?
Till when is my freedom going to interrupt
Where yours starts
Where?
Drive
Fast
So the dots merge
To become a line
Where?
Drive
Fast
In all directions at the same time
Go
Everything is clear
Just don’t try to explain
And everything will become clear
Easy
And simple
Just don’t try to explain
Explanations are the children of boredom
We’re complicating everything
So that our solutions do us some credit
Don’t explain
And it’ll be clear
Like this pretty girl
Yawning in spring rain
The green car running the red light
Nothing’s gonna set us apart
All lines do intersect sooner or later