Текст песни
There's a black hole pulling me in, I slowly bend
'Til I see the back of my own sins
I stole my soul from myself
Now I wonder
Wonder is there somebody with a perfect plan
That goes boom when it's stamped, then we could understand
How the gods of old used to clap their hands
To make thunder
And so were clapping and were laughing like it was so absurd
In the future we'll be laughing at who we were
Right now as man plays God with the land
That he plunders
To the one unknown no one can own
No seed that's resistant to greed
If we listen to time after time
Time can never go under
There's this vine trying to climb
Through the window into my life
I dont mind, I dont mind, I dont mind
There's this wine trying to find
Its way from the bottle into my mind
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
And so this vine is trying to climb
Through the window into my life
To bring me symmetry and memories of a backlit breeze
Back into a dream on the ground
Looking up at the sun coming down
Into a world where boys and girls are holding hand held devices
While they're eating and they're sleeping and they're dreaming of the prices
We'll be paying down the line when the ice melts
Maybe it will turn to wine
And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
They started wearing ones and zeros looking more and more like crooks
They stole the sunlight from the future, took a sip
Drank half the glass and put it back
A lot of people like to have a feast, not so many can stomach the killing
A lot of traffic on the streets, so who's really doing all the drilling?
Keep on filling what can never be full
My imaginations got a hole in it
There's this vine trying to climb
Through the window into my life
I dont mind, I dont mind, I dont mind
There's this wine trying to find
Its way from the bottle into my mind
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind