Trey:
I hear a sound 
Could this be over 
Far off white light 
The inner reaches of outer
The line dips down
Into the center
And I’ve got nowhere to be
The inner reaches of outer

Page:
The inner reaches of outer

Page:
Fog settles in
The taste of the past
There's nowhere to be
The line dips down 
Inner reaches
Of outer to be
The line dips down
The taste of the past 

Trey:
I hired a carpenter 
I finally hired a grouter
To heal the cracks of perception
The inner reaches of outer

Mike:
She whispered something 
I said, "Could you say that louder?"
And then she left
The inner reaches of outer

All:
The inner reaches of outer