The Pillow -

Incomprehensiblee flights of the fruit

(twisted around) looping, lifting

New dimensions, we construct

A new model, but we never reach the way

We’re stuck in this world they built

There’s a way out (some way)

Just say goodbye to the world that we’ve known

Beyond your shoulders, above the flags

Across the mountains, a new clock is here

Beyond the railings, below the towns

Above thehighwayss, beyond the clouds

Above the houses, beyond control

Below the oceans, above the blanks