I died on an aircrash in a dream
Saw black tornadoes outside the window
Buildings shatter in my sleep
Wrap their shards as gifts for me
There's a staircase that's hard to find
Goes right up into your mind
Down in the basement they make trades
Photos of people with no names
Way up the path we heard some sort of growl
Then a man flashed in front of us, too fast for our eyes to trust
And a noise came from his eyes just like buzzing fireflies
Back in the room that has no door
I tried to break out through the floor
That's when something spoke to us
They didn't exist when they were young and when they talked they spoke in tongues
We've got the words they've got the songs
The ship can't make it through the fog
You've got lies for situations sprung out from the past
When there can't be a solution it just goes on and on
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