Material Condition

I wasn't always going backwards

But there's pretension to pretend

When you smashed up all the mirrors

Baby I was born again

Now I can play it free and easy

Not from a place of pride or pity

Just too much time spent with the serious ones

The silent types feel like forever

But what's the use in being number one?

When the devils I the things you've done

And in the details of the things you do

It's a material condition

I don't know who you think I was

Everything is gently humming

Because the sky said just because

And things look younger from a distance

Time takes it easy on the stars

If you were burning any bolder

I probably wouldn't seem so far

And if you feel it then you know it's true

These things come obvious to you

It's in the details of the things you do