The next
As we move into the next
we’re completely perplexed
as the past can’t help us
understand anything
our primitive tools
make us look like fools
all logic escapes
in this vacuum
those children with matches
those martyrs of darkness
all get consumed
as the future chews on us
I hold your hand
I’ve got a plan
to enjoy ourselves
where we stand
as I kiss your mouth
motivation goes south
nothing left to discuss
not the writing on the wall
as we make love
something’s gone from above
only that divine energy
pulls us along
