BubbleTrap Ceiling Lyrics

Everything turns to sand

Cause you know you've got a ripple

Turn on turn on

Oh, get on with the eye

The toaster crawls out from under your foot

Topic cause topic!

There you see a hallway in consort with a frame

Of blue and green and red and orange and pink

I could be your friend

(Don't claim to leave it now)

Looking to an end

(Won't try to tell me how)

And always laughing for a force that needs to bend

Colors of the trees seem like they are

Talking to every little bird

That sings of happy homes

Which never should be tempered with

All of the black shivering breezes

All the things they said are on your mind

But its not anything to concern you and me

Taped to the wall!

Well I want to talk about this

Cause you said you would

There are some things to turn into black leaves

If you add it up its gone

Its gone and its not coming back

Ink in a water tank

I hope to see the event horizon

Don't think I don't know you're here

I should've gone over to the far side

There are five faces on the floor

I've got something to bet….

Wings never had a big hold on you

They were the kind of thing to review

Will there be a moral game-view?

I wonder if you'll ever be through!

I wish I had something to make new colors

But now you're talking to me and I don't know what you're on about

For between the city of bonded phonemes

I have tried to use the many forms of hollow reverence

There were too many desires who had given

So turning to an effect that was slippin'

One never questions a man who is driven

Don't lose that comfortable well-bladed grippin'

A spin so they follow

Think of the twenty roads

That let you step to a new space

That way is full of yellow floating spheres

Which can dictate the actions of a thousand temples

The towers of which disappear into fragments

Iridescent planes and lost broken trees

Are spreading into lifeless objects

Of pure chaos which is where my home will be

Until the ocean melts away

I would see through the open window

Which is carried by lost ideas

Frosted pains of glass

Maximal hero beams

They undercut the homes

Of a dirty wire that gleams

I wasn't up on the highest nesting aspect

All the way back up

And now you see

That ends with cutting along its spinal access

How will I move on?

Just take it down!