real things, in false signs
give me the right to see things not really in front of me
when only the trees appear as something more
the cones, so bright, become the things i can't ignore
hello headlights, you've always been good to me
but tonight there's a different look in your eye
those dogs in the road are asleep for the night
they'll be gone in the morning
how much will it be to get me to the rides?
to wrap me in the suns and paint my willing eyes?
and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride?
those dinosaurs that stop through my brain
are driving me insane
the deeper that i dive, the water flows inside
the harder they pound, as my skulls their ground
and what will i need to get me on the dinosaur ride?
what will i need?