Pale face get up. Hollow eyes get up. You've got a secret for me, you're out running your age. It's in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. It's devastating and you're pleased. Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence. How do you stumble like you do? I wish I understood myself, as well as you do. Got to get up. All day you've got to stay up, when will you get off?