A steady hand at dooms blank starenwith voices calling you back to bed.nDelancey Street trembles beneathnas you rise to meet the day.nnIt's a long night wide awakenwith work in the morning and I'mnsaving each word from certain death.nAlways look right, always turn leftnand I'm up to meet you there.nCat got your tongue and left the rest,ngot chased around like marionettes,nand I'm up to meet you there.