Just Inside

And here we are
just inside
And these walls are misconstrued.

The asphalt is unfolding
Our hands restlessly unglued

And by going inside
We might just find
The knob that's been twisting our heads

And by going inside
We might just find
The hand pulling all the threads

We nod at our
Eleven dollars and sense
Feeling every spacious digit
As our shadows intertwine

Turn up the dial
Volume and tension
Lips we'll never miss