Lyrics:

Let me through, paper in fist.
Jessica numbers tell me if we're clear.
Write me a storm, just tape the letter to the door.

This thing is your mission, the lone-wishin' condition.

Brave another road, Jessica numbers to the wall slip through.
Ever the thief is posed to hero, but we'll see.

This thing is your mission, the lone-wishin' condition.

Push me through, counting the miles.
Measuring all my shadows by old star shifting to red,
Just tape the numbers to the bed.

Head-tripping on the sadness as it passes,
As word across the window frosting out,
Starting to feel the kicking here at last,
Yes, something worth keeping an eye on.

Let me through, paper and fist,
Jessica numbers give me this.
Let's fall, look where we land,
Just write the answer on my hand.

This thing is your mission, the lone-wishin' condition.

Jessica numbers are due.