bright eyes
approximate sunlight
Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post-everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a sight Drenched us in approximated sunlight The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind You're too kind  Now you are how you were when you were real Now you are how you were when you were real  There you go again, on that circular trip Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman I'm out of breath, I'd better sit Been living hard, living  All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around  I wouldn't waste another thought On what is fair and what is not The Quinceanera dress she bought Was unstitched with bullets  All the guests in the garden screamed Women and tires squealing Such opulence, such misery Unwinding, unwinding  All I do is follow, just follow, just follow this hollow you around  Now you are how you were when you were real