I look through my window so bright. I see the stars come out tonight. I see the bright and hollow sky. Over the city’s ripped backsides.

I’m nearly great. But there’s something I’m missing. I left in the duty free. Though you never really belonged to me.

I’m gonna pick it up. I’m gonna pick it up today. I’m bound to pack it up. I’m bound to pack it up and go away.

Put the cellphone down for a while. In the night there is something wild, can you hear it breathing? And hey, put the laptop down for a while. In the night there is something wild. I feel it, it’s leaving me.

No way of knowing, what any man will do. An ocean of violence between me and you. You’ve got your reasons. And me, I’ve got mine. But all the reasons I gave were just lies. To buy myself some time.

In line for a number but you don’t understand. Like a modern man.

Oh I had a dream. I was dreaming. And I feel I’m losing the feeling. Makes me feel like, like something don’t feel right.

I erase the number of the modern man. Want to break the mirror of the modern man.

 

Trudging back over pebbles and sand. And a strange dust lands on your hand.

When you’re hiding underground, the rain can’t get you wet. But do you think your righteousness could pay the interest on your debt?