Science And Machinery

Lost in an ocean

Floating in space

Drawn by the motion

Time out of place

The quiet is blinding

Keep your eyes closed

Somebody's speaking

Breathe through your nose

Walking on eggshells

In metal-capped boots

The dreamer's assassin

Asleep when he shoots

So take some comfort in the science and machinery

But like he said, it's paper-thin and wouldn't come to me

We need the gaze of others' eyes to make it concrete

Or our adrenaline turns sour

The puddles are empty

And the ashtrays are full

I've looked over plenty of designs for the shade of things to come

But everything's broken

The lines are all wrong

Pulled into focus

The meeting's gone

So take some comfort in the science and machinery

But like he said, it's paper-thin and wouldn't come to me

We need the gaze of others' eyes to make it concrete

Or our adrenaline turns sour

So take some comfort in the science and machinery

But like he said, it's paper-thin and wouldn't come to me

We need the gaze of others' eyes to make it concrete

The player's blown the stage and overturned the monkey cage

You should've seen what I'd done

When everyone else had gone

Blinkered to the eyeballs,

I can't breathe and I dream of swallowing my tongue

I can't take it no more

Scrambling on the floor

Is this the life I'm bound to,

Hopeless drifting through the storm forevermore?