Parachutes

Time for me to sing of demons Of all the things I saw beneath the steam It's hard for me to grasp the implications Of a distant land of songs within machines Like a dream... It's cold here in the winter And I've lost my pair of shoes In every song I am the truth Now, bow down, unbeliever Like everybody else I'm like everybody else Deal in dreams and resurrections A promise of a wheel that slowly turns A god that has grown old and us; forgotten Lay me down before I have to kneel At the seams And over in the winter There's snow beneath my feet For every step—a small defeat Now, bow down, unbeliever Like everybody else I'm like everybody else