Dots

Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork
Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork
A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs
That you are not taking
Are not limiting your potential
Your potential
As you contemplate the balance you've set
Between the moral high-ground that you occupy
And the depths of creativity you have not plunged into

Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork
A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs
That you are not taking
Are not limiting your potential
Your potential
As you contemplate the balance you have set
Between your moral high-ground that you occupy
And the depths of creativity into which you have not plunged

Of course
You can think too much
I've always told myself
And of course
I worry myself
Over some imagined lack of freedom
That I have imposed upon myself
Fully aware that it is ridiculous in this context
Dots upon dots upon

[Instrumental Outro]