Your face in this room
Is like the light at the end
Of an intercontinental tunnel
None of this is real, right?
Thinly concealed under the peeled light...
(We have to keep perspective)
We have guaranteed ourselves another beach
At night there'll be warmth and light from flames up in the trees
While the sky was burning we were on our knees
We wont survive this learning phase without a
Tighter turning radius
To squeeze...
To squeeze between result and expectation
Raids are on we're crouching in the basement
Shot on site, shot on location
Through the woods through the meadows
We can't look we can't settle
Our hearts
Jim morrison breaking through to the other side
Of the tv
And me just trying to survive cheaply
On the money my uncle doled out to istvan
Can't get me in the bath though i smell like a stink bomb
With classmates walk past the place without slowing them
Down, this is where i'm staying but don't want them knowing
About it sometimes i wake in a room
And don't recognize it summing all of the places we've moved
Why are we here? Is this all part of the paper trail
To be discovered when the apes prevail?
Or is this all part of some grander schemes
That man is sandwiched between?
Mt hood is all white, the moon's awfully full
The sky is cloudless lilac cotton and wool
My heart is brimming with love and regret
For things i've done and things i haven't done yet
Hey none of this seems sane
It's catching a weird light in a specific freeze frame
From a distorted perspective
The other day i was telling my children
How i lived in a motel in a dilapidated building
Thinking on hour-long train rides to school, higher power willing
We will rebuild
From the shards on the sill
Yet your face in this room
Is like the light at end
Of an intercontinental tunnel