Anchored to the bottom
You can see the current
Situation bending
In and out of focus
Floating to the surface
You can see much higher
Quality arrangements
Of the constellations
Stranded and broken
Another day where everything's turning inside out
We went too far the other way
We'll never get home
Sail into the shoreline
Occupy the picture
Perfect combinations
In the grains of sand
Stranded and broken
Another day where everything's turning inside out
We went too far the other way
We'll never get home
Holograms cutting through the lines
March in 4/4 time
Hollow shells
Stuttering, convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire
What does deep midnight's voice contend
Deeper than day can comprehend?
Accelerated fall
An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen
A catalogue of the passages never seen
Apprehending the instances there have been
Weighing out the occurrences guaranteed
Overlooking the idiosyncrasy
Holograms cutting through the lines
March in 4/4 time
Hollow shells
Stuttering, convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire
What does deep midnight's voice contend
Deeper than day can comprehend?
Accelerated fall
An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen
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