Drift

What's it look like now with your head on the side
Pushed into glass that rattles on the ride
Over streets you no longer recognise
Feels like concrete should be familiar
Used to know what I wanted say
But I got less sure as I started to age
Maybe things aren't so simple today
They never were then either

We drift in and out of softly furnished rooms
Drift in and out of barely scattered fumes
At the intersection of myopia and gloom
Oscillate between utopia and doom
We drift

There's a poster out there stuck to the wall
A banner of hope just waiting to fall
We're sick of hope but still here the call
Like tinnitus, like a memory
Don't know now what's crumbling more
My sense of self or the world burning through the door
As consumption drills into the floor
That falls out from our feet

We drift in and out of softly furnished rooms
Drift in and out of barely scattered fumes
At the intersection of myopia and gloom
Oscillate between utopia and doom
We drift

Could've cleaned the house but who really cares
If there's stuff on the counter or papers on the stairs
Maybe I'll kick over three of the chairs
Just to add to the scene
That's the vibe that's coming in
Can't clean up the mess we're landing in
Look back to when it all started happening
Seems like a dream

We drift in and out of softly furnished rooms
Drift in and out of barely scattered fumes
At the intersection of myopia and gloom
Oscillate between utopia and doom
We drift

Head-in-the-sand pandering to those with the most
We'll all drown except those that float
And who fully trusts their lungs
When the air is black and it gets in your snot
And civilisation has started to rot
That's all you get that's your lot
No encore to be sung