Stars ignite the ceiling
Belongings on the floor
Lost all sense and meaning
Don't need them anymore
And if we'd die tonight the sun would still rise tomorrow
And maybe that's what we're living for, but I'm not sure
If what we do today could somehow change the course of history
Waking dreams like a still life but brushstrokes don't look right
Our canvass is rusted, the paint has been dusted
With blood and the sweat of actions we regret
But these walls don't forget
I'm glad I haven't yet
What its like waking up to the train
Anticipating rain
Hope I never feel the same
As when I awoke in your clothes
As though we rose in democracy and we moved in secrecy
Along these paths that we trace as we go