What if there's no such thing as stars. Only hovering helicopters with the searchlights on. What if there's no such thing is right. Only good God fearing men and us fearing them.
And what if the world is a living imitation of art, Then where are we going and where did we start.
What if there's no such thing as alone. When between the cameras eyes sleep the ghosts from shipwrecks. What if there's no such thing is monsters. Made of shadows and wires at the bottom of the sea.
And what if the world is a living imitation of art, Then where are we going and where did we start.
What if there's no such thing as stars, Only hovering helicopters. Once the drowsy pilots drift off one by one. We'll have to make friends with the dark.
Then where are we going and where did we start, And what if the world is a living imitation of art, Then where are we going and where did we start.