so you hugged the globe now it's whirling too fast i really got no hope to hang on to the past the train has departed, the toxins have started to announce that none will last
i cower in the gutter of a world that's not so near and i listen to their mutters that are spinning through the air the words unspoken, the promises broken and the ones who really care
i'm the watcher of the scene i see our shadows on the screen and when the subway brakes to preserve some suicidal bee i stop to breathe for a while maybe it was me
this is the world gliding by like the driftwood beams on a lifetime's stream the instant fundamental sky for pandora's lullaby
i see distorted faces coined like gold and in their wrinkles programs that commercial gurus told a watermark against a spark umbrellas that they hold
i'm gliding in the distance and watch the world go by an orbit full of questions, a perforated sky but i just sit and wonder a bit that they never wonder why