Sister City - Hepburn lyrics

Entry level empathy with nursing home intensity Sound asleep but able bodied; tawdry effort, awful hobbies I am every bit as bristling with bitterness as I was I just try to take it down a notch To not treat details as entrails, rancid as the landfills On a mid-atlantic afternoon my fears are finally coming true That I'm somewhere between solipsist and utterly anonymous And the ground is just as bottomless as the sprawling sky is infinite I will smile and nod pretending I don't speak the language I could, but my accent isn't very good There's a lithe young thing and it's calling to me And I wipe the sweat from my palms on my jeans As I approach, it bares its teeth Says "I am the things you'll never be" There's a lithe young thing and it's calling to me And I lock the door and get under the sheets As I lean in close, it sinks its teeth Says "I am the things you'll never be" "What you are, I know Where you've been, I followed" Meaningless decisions with circuit board precision A prim and proper piston in an old, unoiled engine I could be on the precipice or way down looking up at it It seems more like coincidence the longer I look And think I feel my fingertips brush up against some evidence Of any indication I am close To what I feel I'm owed When I hear my conscious groan "What you are, I know Where you've been, I followed"