And then it seems to go...
we aren't quite the person we thought we were.
Scales fall;
it's not our tragedy.
We can pull a dazed white rabbit
from an old black hat.
Not much of a philosophy;
not much of a trick.
But it does seem to go...
we aren't quite the person we thought we were.
Penny drops, cascades a few.
'That's just the weigh of it,'
whispers a kid in the dark of our eyes
gazing up at Orion.
Not much of a philosophy;
not much of a trick.
