The Last Dance

It's time for the last dance in Wonderland
Before the reflections all capsize
And slip through the landfill of your eyes
Into the desert of your hands

Through the ghost towns of Wendy House condominiums
All bird cages for the cowboys and Indians
All traffic, no traffic no more, just sepia stills
And symbolism burned as fire paper

You fell inside
And you're never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides
To make opposites attack
You crashed your ride
On the wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
With nowhere to hide
As the chemicals react

All the treadmills are running you inside a clock
On a paper boat inside a Jar
You see the hand that waters punchbags and boxing rings
Into flowers of holographic screens

You fell inside
And you're never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides
To make opposites attack

And the theatre is set
For the witches and the pets
Don't pick the seems of the packaging
Or see the jack in the box again

Sunk through the landslide of your mind
Into the pistons of your tongue gun

You fell inside
And you're never coming back, never coming back
You willed the tides
To make opposites attack
You crashed your ride
On the wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the tracks
With nowhere to hide
As the chemicals react