Everything That Lies Above

Out in the dawn
I saw a lone star
Buried in the cloud
Like a pin
Tiger strike
And mackerel skies
The fade and shine
Of first light
When it gets dark
We go to the park
Stare into space with a half-cut gaze
Everything that lies above is a dream
Maybe, maybe
I don’t want to know if this is real
Maybe, maybe
I don’t want to know if this is real
My tangled hands
And sleep in bones
The hum and vibes
Of our machine