"Ruins Of Everything" lyrics

"Ruins Of Everything"

The sky is just a glass table
And clouds sit on it like a cup of water
It hasn't rained for a while now
I'll tip the atmosphere until it spills over
Oh, you see through a bottle cap
Though I know you're hoping it is more than that
We're a brief stint, not built to last
Yet I search for ways to pass the time

Sing to me, would you please
Put to music those sorry excuses for poetry
Sing to me something sweet
And confusing so then
When the sun comes down
And I know it will
There will be some of me
In the ruins of everything still

I want to sleep in the desert
I want to live inside an action movie
But I'm not made for adventure
I'm made to wish for special things to happen to me
We cup hands over lightning bugs
But what's the difference when you look at us?
For a moment we're luminous
But rarely noticed at the time

Sing to me, would you please
Put to music those sorry excuses for poetry
Sing to me something sweet
And confusing so then
When the sun comes down
And I know it will
There will be some of me
In the ruins of everything still


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