| Fake flight
|
| Some bugs just can’t sense things morphing
|
| You shine
|
| Like a new moon, love, only on the other side
|
| We were fine
|
| As kids and when the draper wasn’t rotten yet
|
| Reach behind
|
| But don’t rip your scales off swimming in the high tide
|
| Mankind
|
| Will seize more as soon as that’s what we can find
|
| Behind
|
| Each tree and under every rock a gold mine
|
| I’ll keep looking behind
|
| But you still layer your thoughts upon the steps ahead of foresight
|
| Free from the kids
|
| But then they’ll die feeding her in her own garden
|
| What I’d give
|
| Just to replenish it back in our own chasm
|
| Running down well-eroded ground
|
| You can wait for the flag to wave
|
| Or the dust you stuck it in to rise
|
| Counting down washed up years
|
| Are you planning on being the last one
|
| In our own unrolling nucleonic system
|
| What’d we do today did we go out and ride your tricycle?
|
| Yeah
|
| Where’d you go?
|
| We go there yeah
|
| Did you go around the block?
|
| Yeah
|
| Tell me about it
|
| -somebody else?
|
| You want — huh?
|
| (Ice forms on structures freezing fire)
|
| You to record somebody else
|
| Align
|
| Your ways with the way you once were
|
| A lot kinder
|
| With a certain intention
|
| More sure
|
| Because night
|
| Lasts a lot longer than days
|
| In some places, like the darkest of starless space
|
| It’s all these lies
|
| To portrayal lead people off to more productive times
|
| While others hide
|
| And live forever in the infrastructure keeping nice and quiet
|
| But you’re an exception, you shine
|
| Like a new moon, love, only on the warm side
|
| (You to record somebody else) |