Everything That Lies Above
Out in the dawn I saw a lone star
Buried in the cloud like a pin
Tiger-striped and mackerel skyed
The fade and shine of first light
When it gets dark we go to the park
Stare into space with a half-cut gaze
Everything that lies above is a dream
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to know if this is real
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to know if this is real
Our tangled hands and sleeping bones
The hum and buzz of our machines
When it gets cold, we sleep in our clothes
Stay in ‘til 12, there’s less time to kill
Everything that lies above is a dream
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to know if this is real
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to know if this is real