Altgeld - Wrapped In Rags Lyrics

These little glimpses feel so fleeting,
I'm searching for the feeling,
Or am I reaching for a search?
Rewrite the map,
Wrapped in rags to slow the bleed,
They bit the hook,
Now we decide which books they'll read,
Another meal,
While others steal so they can eat,
Flick of a match,
Heading towards another crash,
Hard to believe what we're seeing,
Our eyes beneath the ceiling,
We're looking for the stars,
But on the floor,
We have everything we need,
A perfect storm,
We terraform for air to breathe,
We let it heal,
But still we feel the need to leave,
Flick of a match,
Sit and watch the coming crash,
A moth to a flame,
We try and find someone to blame,
Someone to blame,