Lyrics Past and Future Ruins - Thursday

Past and Future Ruins

Hold your hand to the fire and your eyes to the sky
They’re just different shades of cellophane taped against the lights
Faulty seams drawn on plastic leaves
Run in past and future replicas
Of past and future streams
Hold your head underwater
Try to see if you can breathe
Or if you drown in the shallow depths of your belief
Because somewhere there must be a better place
Here you call to your neighbor
Only to see the track is set and they’re
Walking back and forth in a circle
Saying the same words
Making their lips synch
In time with psalms on Sunday mornings
And all their hearts alight with pale fire
So call the paper ambulance
To trace the paper-cuts
Don’t call on me, I’m a plastic reed
Bending in the feigning wind of artificial fields
Then you read in the paper of a woman’s early death
And the note explaining why she left
It says:
«Somewhere there must be a better place
And it’s marked with the fountain I’ve seen, glowing in my sleep.»
And so you want to die and leave this shadow land behind
To eviscerate the truth from the lie
Because somewhere there must be a better place
What we thought was a fountain of life and light
Turns out to be a mountain crushing down upon us, casting its shadow
Closing the distance between us and Babylon
And all our songs are just the sounds of past and future days
Past and future names collapsing around us