[00:09.54]You will never know[00:12.93]How I let you slip through my...[00:17.82]Maybe it will come to blows[00:20.01]There's nothing to understand.[00:22.65]All the time you drift along[00:50.82]Too high, too afraid to come down[00:51.42]Shadow riding, you fall[00:51.84]The elongated light makes you topple down[01:22.95]The transistor radio[01:25.86]A makeshift bookshelf[01:28.56]A photograph of a girl buried in sand[01:30.87]Up to the neck, wearing sunglasses,[01:34.08]Smiling[01:36.60]You whisk yourself away in a cab down Broadway[02:52.50]The cab went 'round a corner[02:54.99]Each step from the curb[02:56.91]Unmeasurable by a sextant[02:59.97]The face of a constellation[03:02.64]Connecting the dots with lines[03:04.44]To make your memory[03:16.17]All the time you drift along[03:25.74]Too high, too afraid to come down[03:26.31]Shadow riding, you fall[03:35.67]The elongated light makes you topple down