Lyrics:

No longer harbor
To escapist design
I propose an exit strategy
Could you let it go?
A simple loss of traction
On an empty road
More than likely
Sleeping at the wheel
And then again
In it's current condition
Sustained disrepair
I'd say this house
Is falling down
Ripe for torching, then
A single cigarette falls
From a sleeping hand
And softly, softly, softly
I will slip away
And fade until I assume
Complete transparency
Softly, softly, softly
I will slip away
And then into the ether
Where I belong