Something in the way you shake your head at me
Makes me think I’ll leave you in the rain
Something in that picture of Ptolemy
Makes me think the world has gone insane

Burn all your villages and come look at the sparks with me
Find consolation in the flames
Look at all your skies, play connect the dots and see
Even constellations need a frame

Last night, I swear, when you looked at the moon from exactly the right angle
It looked just like a little hole in the air
It’s just not fair when you’re stuck in the middle of your high and remember
How everybody is still playing that Starbucks Collection of Unforgettable Piano Jazz
They say that dumb luck is an affection of regrettable tendencies to spaz

Have another, take another shot at me
Pave ways for futures to stay the same
Have another, take another fantasy
Sympathy for the devil is my middle name