Lines in the sandnShaped like handsnTo lift us upnOn our broken legsnBut it's not enoughnAnd we lose our headsnnDropped from the skynIt burned our eyesnMade us think for ourselves at lastnAnd take some stepsnTo put a knife in the pastnNeed to change where we're goingnAnd to drop the stones we're throwingnAnd move out of the world and watch the glass house crumblennAnd what remainsnIs the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloesnStopped to watch the rainnBut we fell asleep and woke up near the windownI won't complainnnWe press our tongues to the panenWe laugh at the ones on the trainnWe beat them at their own gamennHeadache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turnnnTongue tied, shut downnYeah, there's enough to go aroundnnSo then, good lucknPlease don't give upnnBuild them, burn themnAnd press them into little squaresnnAs the world turned, we were dreaming about our brainsnAnd how they made us think and twitch and look awaynSo we stepped back into the shoes we wore that daynAnd find we're better off now, no matter what they saynnLook into through windownOf a pale run down carnWith the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheeknAnd a package in my armsnnThe world looks pretty blurrynMy eyes are tired these daysnThe sun looks like butter on an infinite plane nAnd I wish it would melt awaynOkay, now