you're moving borders   and I'm moving out of this old town   you got away with everything criminal   that you could find      you're in the water noticing everthing   that comes your way   your iris blackens   my insides out   around it all      and half of you don't understand   the other half's too sick to mention   and half of you don't give a damn   the other half's losing sight      i'm on the floor now   counting the histories that you repeat   you got a system   waiting for engines to turn their heads      and half of you don't understand   the other half's too sick to mention   and half of you don't give a damn   the other half's losing sight      you and me   it's plain to see   coming down   overhead      you're in the buisness of noticing everything   that comes your way   you're looking cock-eyed   and I'm living cocky, one more time