Fugue (Bin Song)

Do you look for clues On the street On garage doors Or on a bin? Celestial Graffiti You carry me Up the hill Not yet upset But we might be, soon Not yet upset But I might be, soon Animism, I'm in your grip You help me make sense of all this I see the surface every day Animated alive through yellow spray What are you saying? What do you mean? All you spirits, animism, run through me I put my guard up and carry on I put my guard up and carry on Don't feed the bin And don't feed me with your false ideas Of how things could be But then Celestial graffiti, carry me up the hill And put one foot in front of the other now Celestial graffiti, carry me up the hill And put one foot in front of the other now Not yet upset Not yet upset Not yet upset Not yet, yet, yet, yet-yet-yet