I think I heard a story circulating.
  Wrapped in us, made up by.
  You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
  Blink twice then make the call...make it right.
  Feel the ride bearing down on us.
  Rolling back our eyeballs.
  Insist "not my problem" a wince, react, just takes much longer.
  Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor.
  Heard that one before.
  You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut.
  Blink twice, then make the call...make it right.
  One minute now, from here on out...facing backwards and inside out.