Approximate Sunlight

Used to dream of time machines

Now it's been said we're post-everything

As a child

Imagining

Neckties and coastlines

I've seen the show

Man what a sight

Drenched us in approximated sunlight

The crowd was small and mostly blind

But kind

You're too kind

Now you are how you were

When you were real

Now you are how you were

When you were real

There you go again

On that circular trip

Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman

I'm out of breath

I better sit

Been living hard, living

All I do is follow

Just follow this hollow you around

I wouldn't waste another thought

On what is fair and what is not

The Quinceñera dress she bought

Was unstitched with bullets

All the guests in the garden screamed

Women and tires squealing

Such opulence

Such misery

Unwinding, unwinding

All I do is follow

Just follow this hollow you around

Now you are how you were

When you were real