Athlete - Wires - Tourist You got wise, going in You got wise, coming out of your skin You got tears, making tracks I got tears, that are scared of the facts Running down corridors, through automatic doors Got to get to you, got to see this through I see is hope is clear, in a plastic box I’ve seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes You got wise, going in You got wise, coming out of your skin There’s dry blood, on your wrist You draw blood on my fingertip Running down corridoors, through...