I thought the man would rise again
And yeah I guess you did
Now I'm feeling paper
Now I get it
Almost in your shoes
I hope a lot of us do
We were trying to keep the vision
Trying to keep the chaos
But a tower of people stood in the way
Of much to their hard control
On what and who and where
We can think
Caught in your button-eyed gaze
Thought you were always
End of the low phase
How do you get out of the black days?
They're left alone
No guides
Nothing to look at
And reply
Throwing things at the dark
Not sure what way to switch
Poor little kitsch
Can you kill the mockingbirds
When they're bigger than you
When they pick at you
So much higher than you
Caught in your button-eyed gaze
Thought you were always
End of the low phase
How do you get out of the black days?
Staring at me
Staring at me