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I met you in a dream
and in the dream you died,
I slow danced on your grave
and I got all teary eyed.

I woke up with a smile,
wiped the tears away,
I wished that it were real.

The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muslin
Is all over my eyes
and I know I don't belong

There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how have I to balance

After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away
the blackened soil in the distance
Process starts over again
Near the pyres the women weep
the tear sits in the flames.
And in the smoke there’s a signal

It’s your hair in my drain
it’s your voice in my head.
Permission to speak plain
my signal has gone dead.
And all that’s left is noise
a dime in my dryer.
It clanks and caterwauls,
the dime in my dryer.

You should come with me to the end of the world,
Without telling your parents and your friends.
You know that you only need to say the word, 
So end my play with the end of the world.
But I know that I'll go away by myself,
I feel you don't want to come.
You should come with me to the end of the world,
We could lay all day on the quiet sands.

At first it wasn't light
I went along for the ride
I was a fly on your wall
To see the height of it all
I found a feeling inside
Or should I say it found me
I turned into someone I
Never imagined I'd be

In New York
City Back
When I was young
And colorful
I saw a girl
I doubled back
Was she the one?

A mirror of venus that you are

but i have never seen your face

a mariner carried by a star

with no regard for time or place

My shadow is in front of me
and swimmin’ in digital debris
‘cause they know me more better than
better than I know myself.
Nothin’ as it used to be
We’re rudderless on an open sea
‘cause they know you more better than
better than you know yourself.

Here comes the next wave
I hold my breath and cross my fingers,
‘cause in this new dark age
no one’s immune
we just assume
we are invincible.
But no one’s invincible.
Invincible.

Take this old pocket knife that I have been keeping
hold it under pillow while you are sleeping.
Then cut a window into
your oldest and darkest dream
and let it wash over you,
that life-like, love light beam.

If trouble comes tonight

Here in our gilded cage

We turn on the news and are entertained

We are an army of semi informed, chemically maimed

Paper Tigers that, only the cusp, only the crown

Presently, future is in the middle of a love triangle
With calamity, and me in the corner I'm starting to feel uncomfortable
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?
Oh the more I try to separate, the better it feels to get right in the way

And I try so hard
Out of the way
Of that

I was besieged
by newfangled meats at warp speed.
It welled up inside of me,
desire like a touch starved stampede.
Battle lines were drawn
and old maps were promptly erazed,
something would’ve been wrong with me
if I came back fresh and unfazed.