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Hold you hand to the fire And your eyes to the sky They're just different shades of cellophane Taped against the lights. Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves Past and future replicas Past and future streams Hold your head underwater And try to see if you can breathe Or if you drown in the shallow depths of your belief Because somewhere there must be a better place Here you call to your neighbor Only to see the track is set and they're Walking back and forth in a circle Saying the same words Making their lips sync In time with psalms on Sunday mornings And all their hearts align with pale fire So call the appear ambulance To trace the paper cuts Don't call on me, I'm a plastic reed Bending in the feigning wind Of artificial fields Then you read the paper Of a woman's early death Letras de cancionesAnd note explaining why she left It says: "Somewhere there must be a better place And it's marked with the fountain I've seen glowing in my sleep." And so you want to die and leave this shadow land behind To eviscerate the truth from the lie Because somewhere there must be a better place but What we thought was a fountain of life and light turns out to be a Mountain crushing down upon us, casting it's shadow Closing the distance between us and Babylon And all our songs are just the sounds of past and future days Past of future names Collapsing around us From Letras Mania