Hold you 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

Past and future replicas

Past and future streams

Hold your head underwater

And 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 sync

In time with psalms on Sunday mornings

And all their hearts align with pale fire

So call the appear 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 the paper

Of a woman's early death

And 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

but

What we thought was a fountain of life and light

turns out to be a 

Mountain crushing down upon us, casting it's shadow

Closing the distance

between us and Babylon

And all our songs

are just the sounds of past and future days

Past of future names

Collapsing around us