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Recorded live 8/1/26 @ Brownwall I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving If someone folds you neatly Can you be small enough as to not be seen by prying eyes looking for faults that are surely there because I’m so imperfect I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Can you exist and not be known Live between walls and love their shelter Never having to expect another to be as considerate and true It’s a dream I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Water rolls off me But I’m never clean Staying put Like a tree But not as strong Don’t prune me I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving I dream inside this wound The dream that never comes true A way of living without subtext and motive In parallel but with room for mystery I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving I can’t feel a thing from the neck down Can you tell me if I’m moving Water rolls off me But I’m never clean Staying put Like a tree But not as strong Don’t prune me John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Vocals