Should the world fail to fall apart

And lock off in a remote sky

Ideas can matter too much



Can't hear for lack of sleep

Breathing in the smoking ruins

The rockets in the shadows whispering

Singing in the underground

Love and the never men

Can't hear for lack of sleep



Looking for the past

Try to slip the script

Gun the lowest plane

Hidden all eyes know

Try to slip the script

Gun the lowest plane

Hidden all eyes know



There's some use in treating courage

As a remote friend

Learning what it is to lie

Stop crash fall

On a leper mass of swelling glass

Cleaning up the swamps

You are the heart of hearts

Wonder dig and try

Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye