North fork of my mind
Peninsula dreaming
The dullness in your eyes
Generating meaning
Monotony broken
Life is still moving
Glossy and golden,
Passion in losing, silent in using
Idle mind
Brittle bones
No one knows
Where we go
We hide inside
Space and time
To find both
Inside grey matter
An absence of feeling
I'm having a hard time believing
A stagnant haze
Time is still fleeting
The sun ablaze
Toil and ruin, still we rest easy
Idle mind
Brittle bones
No one knows
Where we go
We hide inside
Space and time
To find both