Tourbillon Video (MV)

The tired, familiar smell of gasoline
And the cold morning light through the windshield frost
We no longer live in the unadorned past tense
But instead take up residence, alive and resigned
Behind the buttresses of dead cities
Whose walls muffle the whining, the white noise
All angry acoustics to make history resonate

We lament the lost art of common sense
In the accident and its aftermath we collide and divide
Forgetting the language of living with less
Fed on aspirations to a greater extinction
Far too late to mitigate, so draw close and abide
The loudest sound now a labored sigh

God's design was defective, the blueprints blurry
Our old scaffold is ragged with disuse
So we'll make ourselves a new noose
But we can't will the storm back into the white sky
Can't summon a new globe of unknowing
Some relic from back before the fall

Instead, we mourn the chores undone
The floors unswept, the decks uncleared
And the strange cargo shifted to warmer ports
Boats keening slightly to one side
Sailors turning to watch your yawning searchlight
And the lunar eye above, winking

They calculate tomorrow to survive today
Knowing the future is merely the prolonged present
The lesson, as always
Be neither indifferent nor anxious

So draw close and abide
The loudest sound now a labored sigh