i left my shoes on the rooftop bar

watched them point at me like tiny stars

i signed my name on a bathroom stall

said i was no one, said i was all

march in circles, clap off-beat

chant the gospel of the empty street

everybody’s dressed in borrowed clothes

nobody knows, nobody knows

i built a city out of plastic spoons

burned it down by the afternoon

an imitation of an absent plan

prestidigitation, sleight of hand

anaphylaxis in a marching band

decomposition in the promised land

hieroglyphs painted on my tongue

translation missing, song unsung

march in circles, clap off-beat

chant the gospel of the empty street

everybody’s dressed in borrowed clothes

nobody knows, nobody knows

truth is a rumor, faith is a dare

beauty’s a ghost we all tried to wear

if i disappear, don’t search for me

i’m already gone where i need to be

no one knows, no one knows

still we sing, no one knows