Telemetry 10: Hanged Man Lyrics

Call the card 
left to lay 
just a path 
against our future days 
lay direction 
read the face 
understand our crooked ways 

smile at this 
directed plain 
her eyes are cracking 
in their wrinkled gaze 
the light is dancing 
on the tabletop 
restlessness that just won't stop 

now planted deeply 
suggesting fate 
eating sweet naiveté 
was it mirror 
or window glass? 
the subtle residue 
beyond your grasp 

Hang the man 
by his legs let us hang the man 

(repeat)