Forever slowly burning
Wheels turning in the machine
My hand is clutched and hurting
The blood cleanses, retaining me
Tense eyes look up, you smile
and see the trails of all our past lives
It's all like some bad poetry
for neurotic fools to feel

Together, still dreaming
about the lagoons of our love
Eternal hope remaining
Bodies yearning, all fire and ice
Tense eyes look up, you smile
and see the trails from all our past lives
It's all like some bad poetry
for neurotic fools to feel

Can't tell if I came in too late or too soon
Will there still be water in the lagoon?
This is like some bad poetry
for neurotic fools to feel
This is like rooting trees in concrete
it's all just so bad, bad