Sanoja: Jesse Sykes. Spectral Beings.

Some came here before us
And others still arrive
Some stand behind
The unmarked signs
Recognized from time to time
And everything is up for grabs
The spectral being's stark raving mad

In the tender part of the hologram
The lights went off and came on again

And I held you on the chordless line
Everything spinning inside


The underling that does without
The lethal punch that knocks you out

What binds us, we're all borrowing
And what was left, we've traded in

And who has the kindest face?
And where is the one I've loved so long?
So long...
So long...