Lyrics

The lunatic that built his own reality
As unreliable as all the branches off a falling tree
On the way down
On the way down

You’re dancing with a vapor in a cloud while you’re ascending
On the way out

To say the words aloud and break the spell before the ending
We plummet all the way down

Your atoms disappear
Falling all the way down
Float in the atmosphere

Sleep ...
And then the imbecile
Crawls out
Through the windowsill
Keeps falling down, down
Don’t fret my love
We skim above
This frozen ground
So sleep
In patterns

In a rusting row of houses long forgotten
Brick and ivy
Preserved behind the walls of chipping paint and growing rotten
An ordinarily life
That never took a stand
No longer looking for
A single place to land

Sleep ...
And then the imbecile
He crawls out and tumbles
From under an empty shelf
Collapsing still
In the garden

And when the rot sets in
And when the skies open ...

Don't fret my love
We skim above
These sunken mists of midnight

All beginnings end
And dreams will mend
So close your eyes
In sleep patterns