Thursday - Past and Future Ruins lyrics
[Thursday - Past and Future Ruins lyrics]
Hold your hand to the fire
And your eyes to the sky
Just different shades of cellophane
Taped against the lights
Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves
Past and future replicas
Past and future streams
Hold your head underwater
Try to see if you can breathe
Or if you drown in the
Shallow depths of your belief
'Cause somewhere
There must be a better place
If you call to your neighbor to
See the track is set
And they're walking back and
Forth in a circle saying the same words
Making their lips sync
In time with psalms on Sunday mornings
And all their hearts alight with pale fire
So call the paper ambulance
To trace the paper cuts
Don't call on me, I'm a plastic reed
Bending in the fading wind
Of artificial fields then you read the paper
Of a woman's early death
And note explaining why she left
It says, "Somewhere
There must be a better place
And it's marked with the mountain I've
Seen glowing in my sleep"
So you want to die and
Leave this shadow land behind
To eviscerate the truth from the lie
'Cause somewhere
There must be a better place
But what we thought was a
Mountain of fire and light
Turns out to be a mountain
Crushing down upon us
Casting it's shadow closing the distance
Between us and Babylon
And all our songs are just the
Sounds of past and future days
Past and future names collapsing around us
And your eyes to the sky
Just different shades of cellophane
Taped against the lights
Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves
Past and future replicas
Past and future streams
Hold your head underwater
Try to see if you can breathe
Or if you drown in the
Shallow depths of your belief
'Cause somewhere
There must be a better place
If you call to your neighbor to
See the track is set
And they're walking back and
Forth in a circle saying the same words
Making their lips sync
In time with psalms on Sunday mornings
And all their hearts alight with pale fire
So call the paper ambulance
To trace the paper cuts
Don't call on me, I'm a plastic reed
Bending in the fading wind
Of artificial fields then you read the paper
Of a woman's early death
And note explaining why she left
It says, "Somewhere
There must be a better place
And it's marked with the mountain I've
Seen glowing in my sleep"
So you want to die and
Leave this shadow land behind
To eviscerate the truth from the lie
'Cause somewhere
There must be a better place
But what we thought was a
Mountain of fire and light
Turns out to be a mountain
Crushing down upon us
Casting it's shadow closing the distance
Between us and Babylon
And all our songs are just the
Sounds of past and future days
Past and future names collapsing around us