There's a car in every telephone pole
And a weary sky slipping through the line
Must've passed at least a million holes
Can't but help and wonder which one's mine
Half of the moon is all that we get this time
The clouds and the stars unite to create the rest of the blind and light
On the way I passed an armless mime
But what's his use in a world that only talks and fights?
Think twice, don't feel
Blink twice, it's never real
Four corners make a hole
And now we'll never have control
I wish that my heart could eat away my brain
'Cause it swings in front of me and makes me insane
I was cursed from the very first day
As they buried my heart underneath the chains
Half of the sun is all I can get to shine
On this changing face keeping track of the flying time
I'm nothing more than an armless mime
Useless and stuck in a world that only talks and fights
Think twice, don't feel
Blink twice, it's never real
Four corners make a hole
And now we'll never have control
Don't let them build a corner
It will just lead to another
Four corners make a hole
And the holes will drag you under
For each person, they'll build a hole
For each paper house, erect a pole
String the line for the weary sky
There's a car in every one you'll find