There's a black hole pulling me in

I slowly bend until I see the back of my own sins

I stole my soul from myself

Now I wonder.

I wonder is there somebody with a perfect plan

That goes boom when it's stamped

Then we could understand

How the gods of old used to clap their hands

To make thunder.

And so we're clapping and we're laughing

Like it was so absurd

In the future we'll be laughing at who we were

Right now as man plays god with the land

That he plunders.

To the one unknown no one can own

No seed that's resistant to greed

If we listen to time after time

Time can never go under.

There's this vine trying to climb

Through the window into my life

I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

There's this wine trying to find

It's way from the bottle into my mind

In my mind, in my mind, in my mind.

And so this vine is trying to climb

Through the window into my life

To bring me symmetry and memories

Of a backlit breeze

Back into a dream on the ground

Looking up at the sun coming down.

Into a world where boys and girls

Are holding hand held devices

While they're eating and they're sleeping

And they're dreaming of the prices

We'll be paying down the line

When the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine.

And all the greatest of the heroes

Started jumping from the books

They started wearing ones and zeros

Looking more and more like crooks

They stole the sunlight from the future

Took a sip, drank half the glass then put it back.

A lot of people like to have a feast

Not so many can stomach the killing

A lot of traffic on the streets

So who's really doing all the drilling?

Keep on filling what can never be full

My imagination's got a hole in it.

There's this vine trying to climb

Through the window into my life

I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

There's this wine trying to find

It's way from the bottle into my mind

In my mind, in my mind, in my mind.