Manbox...      [Chris]   Do I think that I'll be saved   By something that I make?   Like a painting swims to rescue me    before I'm swallowed by the waves.   I'm on thin ice as it is.   I don't care who I came with.   Gotta go back home and clean my room    Before I lose myself in this.      If you don't care, then I don't care.   What's the point of talking when no one's there?      [Brian]   Well, I am on a silly mission to heat the cold and dry the wet   I hallucinate connections between me and my best friends   I imagine some new nation that I will find   And then infect with my precious vibes   I am still lost in the snow   It is thin ice where we skate   And I have fallen through a crack   and swallowed water to the brain   I was holy once upon a time but that was yesterday   I am the ghost of the tribe      If they don't care, then why should I care   I talk to myself when no one's there      [Chris and Brian]   I said to myself   No one's there, I don't care