Act II: Meshes of the Afternoon Songtext
von Eggnogg
Act II: Meshes of the Afternoon Songtext
Sight crawls beneath the couch
Room folds, one flattened face laid out
Six sided cubes collage into
A flattened view
Spheres converse as walls awake and talk to you
Sweat bursts, the blinds retract
Scene shakes, you don′t know where you're at
Well aware I can′t go back
Some drag that heavy weight to carry long
I just turned to look again but now it's gone
Some recognize a threaded line that's drawn
Some find the will and strength to carry on
I know it′s all fine though
Leave in your soul watch phrases fly
Captions bold, thick, underlined
Can′t know
I find myself go down there, I don't know
With eyes, too many lines, kaleidoscope
Unconscious thoughts projected as a sound
The couch announced its name, I′m goin' down
Flat against the floor and walls
Eight sided faces hide
They line the room with piercing dotted eyes
We should not seek cruel entities that hide beneath
The surface of our conscious penitentiary
I find myself go down there, I don′t know
Allowing looks alive, but it's a low
Behold
The truths of time
Retreat back though into my mind
World so cold, I′m losing
Finally my hold
Some realize reality's a crutch
I just finally saw the backstage, paid too much
Some drag that heavy weight to carry long
Some find the will and strength to carry on
Room folds, one flattened face laid out
Six sided cubes collage into
A flattened view
Spheres converse as walls awake and talk to you
Sweat bursts, the blinds retract
Scene shakes, you don′t know where you're at
Well aware I can′t go back
Some drag that heavy weight to carry long
I just turned to look again but now it's gone
Some recognize a threaded line that's drawn
Some find the will and strength to carry on
I know it′s all fine though
Leave in your soul watch phrases fly
Captions bold, thick, underlined
Can′t know
I find myself go down there, I don't know
With eyes, too many lines, kaleidoscope
Unconscious thoughts projected as a sound
The couch announced its name, I′m goin' down
Flat against the floor and walls
Eight sided faces hide
They line the room with piercing dotted eyes
We should not seek cruel entities that hide beneath
The surface of our conscious penitentiary
I find myself go down there, I don′t know
Allowing looks alive, but it's a low
Behold
The truths of time
Retreat back though into my mind
World so cold, I′m losing
Finally my hold
Some realize reality's a crutch
I just finally saw the backstage, paid too much
Some drag that heavy weight to carry long
Some find the will and strength to carry on
Writer(s): William O'sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com