On the surface of a meeken mind
With words that sounds redeeming
Hollow haze above my velvet shrine
Be careful what you're dreaming
The world is made of cardboard and rain
And a voice inside my head
If the fire burns my heart out again
Can you tell
Andrew leave this to me
See the traces on her better hand
Can't believe that I have told her
Colored ridges and a promised land
Silver dust upon my shoulder
The world is made of cardboard and rain
And a voice inside my head
If the fire burns my heart out again
Can you tell
Andrew leave this to me
The world is made of cardboard and rain
And a voice inside my head
If the fire burns my heart out again
Can you tell
Andrew leave this to me
