From a private jest
It's all a sea of anthills
It's all a hope like heat
Seen rising off the street
Are you so sure of anything?
Choose a rare time
Remember what it's like
And how to think
How the water leaves your eyes
Now the TV is telling me
I'm rich enough for luxury
That the burning cars are disco balls
And the trash is just confetti
Choose a rare time
Remember what it's like
It's cutting me down in the moonlight and grass
The crashing of waves or the cars rolling past
I'm gliding away through the emptiest night
All to believe I'm alright