Clair De Lune Follow

watch them gather. polish their wallets. they're barely glancing to the floor where we lie. this time it's silenced waiting to be excused. she points her finger. far away they fall down. creating machines built to overflow. reflecting promises. they don't know anymore. these are the things that will never be set right. setting in old. setting in full shimmering. born into class to work. buy. consume. die. setting in old. setting in full shimmering. i'm drowning. these men know their time's coming. setting in old. setting in full shimmering. more to lead me out of their way. i'm tired of falling away this time i'll push and they'll stay. crossing yellow lines. concepts are rolling. should i have walked a step before they all fall. this amber light that's shining. they all fall