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