Tracks Across the Snow - Floater

All we monsters think we are divinely born

Our fingers pointed to heaven, we direct our scorn

We’re not flying

We’re not flying

We’re not flying yet

Just naming all the stars

Turning, looking backward as we go

We’ve been leaving just tracks across the snow

We’re all dying

We’re all dying

We’re all dying, yah

Yah we’re dying for the things we left undone

The perfect words

We know we’ve never spoken

Never spoken

I built up towers to live on through the stone

I was leaving just tracks across the snow

I’ve been dying

I’m dying

I’m dying, yah

Oh I’m dying for the things I left undone

For everything, a time will come

And all that I thought went on and on

Fade until even the echo’s gone

And down comes that snow

Obscuring all of my hope

Covering everything I know

Covering all of my hope

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved not covered over by snow, yah

Creeping down it softly comes

Leaves no trace of what once was at all

Covers all that I’ve done

Filling in all of the holes

Oh, and the glass is breaking

And all the beliefs are shaking

Even the future that you’re making

In time will leave you forsaken

Oh now this vertigo you feel is brought on

By this dizzy, spinning sun

It’s not long 'till our time is done

And we embrace the dreamless oblivion

We monsters think we are divinely borne

Our fingers pointing to heaven we direct our scorn

We’re not flying

We’re not flying

We’re not flying

Just naming all the stars

The Manchurian Candidate (1962)

Yen Lo: Normally conditioned American

Cannot possibly feel guilt

He cannot possibly give himself away

An outwardly normal, productive, sober

And respected member of the community entirely police-proof

His brain has not only been washed, as they say…

It has been dry-cleaned