just one, you can hang yourself there and
just slide
maybe there's a reason for it being just one,
i don't know where it goes, I haven't asked,
sometimes people come tumbling down
and they zoom by me,
like a balcony,
like a showcase,
a conveyor belt carrying soul samples
there's one string,
there's only ever been one
it goes back way before you and me were ever born,
don't be afraid