I guess things will change
To remind us where we are
So batten down the hatches
I need space to create
I'm stuck like a postage stamp
But feeling right at home
It's a strange joke
A Miles Davis kind of blue
If you lived life differently
What would you change?
Quick - Find an answer
An instant comes in pieces
Cigarette stained fingers
Spark signals without light
Unplug the feedback
Our heads swirl in pretense
Heaven suffers
For the circuit rider
Heaven suffers
For the grand designer
Your static shape engrained
Is when I love you most
So feed the ego
My lungs are full of joy