Silver Timothy

I was met on the road by a face I once knew
Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few
We went out for a time but his sentence is in
Climbing in to the eye where the numbers begin

[Chorus]
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground

I was met on the road by a face that was mine
Echo chambers installed where the diamonds decline
You can never go home if you were never shown
Spots on the irises bleed where the numbers were born

[Chorus]
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground