I see a dog stretch out in the morning lights,
Dreaming along in a place.
Made it straight caught creeps on a nothing’s line
Wakes him up with a swap to the face.
I found that the clouds always come at the worst of times
And I left all the windows down.
It’s always so many years since for turban time
And I think we just ran out.
Everything is moving at the speed of light,
Can’t you see, can’t you see?
Everyone is trammed up at the finish line,
Can’t you see, can’t you see?
From this height you can see all the tiny squares
Like a cage full of fireflies.
The streets are empty but they’re alive within air,
It stings my eyes.
Everything is moving at the speed of light,
Can’t you see, can’t you see?
Everyone is trammed up at the finish line,
Can’t you see, can’t you see?
All my senses shopping in the fading light
This room gets small, but then starts to expend.
All these empty pieces start to make more sense,
When the lights go out I understand.
