Digging deep down in the vaults
Grabbing on to anything that holds,
Any nerve thats still alive down there.
Reach your hand into the hole, come up with broken bits of
The proof you're looking for, that you were ever anywhere at all.
Your '79s. The innocence of simpler times.
You can't have them back,
But could you build this room from scratch if you tried?
Close your eyes, cross over to the other side.
Can you bring him back to life? Recreate Initial State?
I remember everything, and I want the fixtures back.
If I can shut out everything I know,
I'd trade it all - to conjure one morning of life
When all was happy oblivion and nothing was your problem yet.
You know you can't have it all,
But down in the hole, you can lose yourself in shadow worlds.
What you resist persists, what you look at disappears.
Then what is this you're fighting? There's only smoke and mirrors here.
You're all alone in a long dead broken home
Staring down the boy lost in a midnight move so many lives ago.
In a living room encased in formaldehyde,
The body floats, stares right back into your eyes
And he says "Sir can't you take me with you?
I've been here all these years.
There's nothing tactile in this room."
He says "Sir please take me with you.
I am your missing proof.
We'll take the other side
And bomb it all back to the womb."
Close your eyes. Crawl inside.
All your spells can't bring him back to life.
Grabbing on to anything that holds,
Any nerve thats still alive down there.
Reach your hand into the hole, come up with broken bits of
The proof you're looking for, that you were ever anywhere at all.
Your '79s. The innocence of simpler times.
You can't have them back,
But could you build this room from scratch if you tried?
Close your eyes, cross over to the other side.
Can you bring him back to life? Recreate Initial State?
I remember everything, and I want the fixtures back.
If I can shut out everything I know,
I'd trade it all - to conjure one morning of life
When all was happy oblivion and nothing was your problem yet.
You know you can't have it all,
But down in the hole, you can lose yourself in shadow worlds.
What you resist persists, what you look at disappears.
Then what is this you're fighting? There's only smoke and mirrors here.
You're all alone in a long dead broken home
Staring down the boy lost in a midnight move so many lives ago.
In a living room encased in formaldehyde,
The body floats, stares right back into your eyes
And he says "Sir can't you take me with you?
I've been here all these years.
There's nothing tactile in this room."
He says "Sir please take me with you.
I am your missing proof.
We'll take the other side
And bomb it all back to the womb."
Close your eyes. Crawl inside.
All your spells can't bring him back to life.