Anchored to the bottom

You can see the current

Situation bending

In and out of focus

Floating to the surface

You can see much higher

Quality arrangements

Of the constellations

Stranded and broken
Another day where everything's turning inside out
We went too far the other way

We'll never get home

Sail into the shoreline

Occupy the picture

Perfect combinations

In the grains of sand

Stranded and broken
Another day where everything's turning inside out
We went too far the other way

We'll never get home

Holograms cutting through the lines
March in 4 4 time
Hollow shells

Stuttering convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire

What does deep midnight's voice contend
Deeper than day can comprehend

Accelerated fall
An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen

A cataloger of the passages never seen

Apprehending the instances there have been

Weighing out the occurrences guaranteed

Overlooking the idiosyncrasy

Holograms cutting through the lines
March in 4 4 time
Hollow shells

Stuttering convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire

What does deep midnight's voice contend
Deeper than day can comprehend

Accelerated fall
An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen