Pulled it straight

PULLED IT STRAIGHT I came in crooked, left through the wall, heard somebody whisper— “Ne regarde pas derrière toi…” Black shoes, white room, nothing in between, I pulled it straight, baby, from a broken machine. Pulled it straight— straight out of the fire, pulled it straight— straight through the wire. Déjame entrar, don’t ask me why. Tout va bien… when the truth learns to lie. She wore red silence under neon blue, said “Ven conmigo…” like I already knew. No map, no number, no name on the door, “Encore une fois, mon amour…” then we fell through the floor. Pulled it straight— straight out of the fire, pulled it straight— straight through the wire. Déjame entrar, don’t ask me why. Tout va bien… when the truth learns to lie. ¿Dónde estamos? Nobody knows. Ferme les yeux… and follow the sound. One step sideways. Two steps down. Más cerca… plus près… Pulled it straight. Pulled it straight… Tout droit… Sin mirar atrás… Pulled it straight.