The Glass Wall

You meet me at the corner
Of Circling Thoughts and Lost
They marked your forehead "foreigner"
Before the bailiff cut you off
From all those public palaces
With their foot stones painted pale
We inherit only promises
Of dreams too big to fail

If every grave be shallow
Leave my body over ground
No, nothing stands between us
And destruction now

We'll never hit the ceiling
With our nose against the wall
Bleeding petrol without feeling
The altimeter's fall

You'd give all for the answers
They've already taken all's allowed
No, nothing stands between us
And destruction now

From a hill above the bedlam
You wave your hand in time
You say, behold the mighty kingdom
Of geriatric slime
The towers are all tombstones
Their highways: garden paths
Dreamed by the philosophy of jesters
Who have forgotten how to laugh
Their empty jabs are drifting upward
With the innocence of snow
Beneath the altars built to snowmen
That don't remember summer's glow

We sink into the surface
Reunited with the ground
No, nothing stands between us
And destruction now