Low Era

Some are born with the psychic inflection Catastrophic when they go in the street It comes to people like you naturally Leaving me blind to all time, and all direction Killing your nature just to irritate me You lie every time you turn, away and You're too naive to be so petty You're only choosing what you're, gonna say In the middle of the night, she calls me And all I know is patience, and love for you Pull me up into the sky when, she asks me What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Swimming alone in a sea world wasteland Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me Modern magazines and holy scriptures My play rehearsals all go unheard Love is running a little faster Losing my body with one ancient word On the hour of my death, the page rips All is lost and I am left to rot The beginning of the end approaches You and I, we float up to the top I am dead for one moment I am dead for one moment The Lord speaks for one moment I'm heating up for one moment Swimming alone in a sea world, wasteland Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool Pulls me up into the sky when, she asks me