Faith in traffic   Faith in healthy horses   Faith in the salts of flesh,   Faith in F sharp   That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye,   As if upwards to heaven      As if faithfully by your side,   I smell catalog numbers stacking,   One yellow line racing one untouched spine.      Let it relax   All the muscles, tendons slack.   It's not the worst that you've seen.   Ports and docks, water and money   Simple little guitar things      All the worker bees   Storm up the trees   Do you need to reinstall?   I can make the call.      And the end becomes the trailer when,   What's put down in penice reacts again,   The end becomes the trailer when it's gone      The end becomes the trailer when   What's set down in fiction feeds back again,   The end becomes the trailer when it's gone.      Then our lives won't be based on facts,   Just what we heard   So we fold each other over like falling birds      Zeros after Zeroes cloud our sight.