You cannot just walk out the door; you must wait for a machine to carry you. Capricious machine, it sometimes takes so long you think to descend all twenty-six opulent floors by the stairway. But you're not sure if the stairway would let you out, if an alarm would sound, for months you didn't even know where the stairs were.

Towers trap. We've known this since history and fairytale. The only benefit they afford is long sight, which you need either to fight off a horde or to dream your way out of the center of a city.

 My own words haunt me, chase me

Hold me down, free me

Until I am the bitterest, rawest thing

Still screaming "Love!"

Oh the sun shines every day in california

And those crashing big blue waves they sure look fine

Oh you can leave your heart in california 

But it takes another place to feed your mind

Oh I walked these streets before when I was younger

Heady love and big bright eyes all sweet surprise

What I didn't know those days now holds me under

But I hold in me the love of those goodbyes 

 We all

Raise

Each other