Got a window-washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at yer sides Your face a campaign debt, reflected sky You die to your fans one window at at a time, that's right Gotta a window-washer's eye For an untuckable sky For lonely design The past is no place to Try, but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride Singing in one voice, preoccupied And with nothing to say, I'll sing it bright, that's right I am here It's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely It doesn't sound so bad Who is free? Everybody's freed from the tired of being sad So sad How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping? More so, how will she know if I'm helping? If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right I am here It's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me Clearing spider webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here Failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat I'm a watcher I'm no threat No threat No threat