State of the art
Don't trickle-down
Be more direct
That is more profound
It slipped my mind
That I had blocked it all out
When I saw you again
I remember now
Our bodies are mostly water
So when the moon is full, don't bother
Hunker down
Wait it out
Join the weather underground
Our victory lap
Was never completed
The cockpit is taken
I will not stay seated
Quit the vice
But right now I need it
Clean and bright
Desperate for meaning
The lights are on
But nobody is home
Too many nautical miles
Have been spent here alone
Don't know where we're going
No windows
To see out from
Instead, image the outcome
This quiet corner's overcrowded
The exits surrounded
They've made the announcement
The lights are on
But nobody is home
Too many nautical miles
Have been spent here alone