and when the aqueducts all crumble into the riversnand i will be tied down with scarves and shiversnand those kids'll all be starin out into spacenlooking for stars and those scars spanning across their facesnand it'll all blur together just like the starsnthat are illuminating our reflections in our carsnand we'll all be spilled out, like paint across the skynand then i'll just keep wondering whynnand the sand won't remember if we've stepped therenunless we crush it beneath our solesnand the kids'll just keep standing therenstarin at all of the cracks and the holesnthat are stretched across the walls, that are towering so highnthat we'll never never see the top, not til we dienbut will it be our souls or our shoes nor the soles of our shoesnthat are lookin' down from the skynnand the river will choke, it'll bleed and dienand all the kids'll be wonderin', wonderin' whynnand in the dreams of those kids, floatin' in the atmospherenthey'll sail across their bloodstream, and wonder why we're herenand the avenues collapse, and the spotlights'll grow dimnand we'll all wonder why the hell we invited himncause he's standing in the doorwaynblocking out the sunnand we cough with the lungs that we've created from the crumbsnof distant lives and thoughts, that we've crushed into dustnand we've left their children to die, and their monuments to rustnand if we can't stand any longer, if we can't step any longernyou'll wish your breath weren't shallow, that your lungs themselves were strongernand in the catacombs we've sewn, we look towards the earthnwondering what if we came from it, if from it we were birthednand we sprouted up like treesnour knees rising from the dirtnand our hands stretching farnuntil our arms just hurtnbecause we can't stretch, we can't stretch any farthernand we'll never touch the planetsnwe'll never think any longernnand we'll sail along, like we don't remember whynand we'll all wish it was us in the skynand we'd be freed from our lives, freed from all our painnand we wonder if we'll ever breathe againnnand kids in their carsnare drowning in the barsnand they shimmer in the light cast down from the starsnand if i ever need to wondernor think anymorenall i'll need is a drinknfrom some sweet bottled whorennn