Rope Without Slack
We can never have it over
Like young lovers, we run for cover

Through my window, Where do they go?
Down inside here, things are quite clear

I've recovered what used to be me
Put together all the pieces of me
I'm together like I used to be
So strange, it doesn't feel like me
There's no turning back on a rope without slack

From my back door I can see more
I am hanging without feeling