No matter where I've gone

It's obvious there's a black hole

It's the furthest thing I've known

(Too far)

Because I'm not sure what is real

Still falling

Still falling up

And consider this among the first days

Of the fight with the sun

Go out and find a source to fall

There are wings around you

Sawed off, wrested apart

What is awful also

Will put the rest in the dark

Every other night

From the faucet of the moon

Is the furthest thing from dark

Aware

I'm awake and nowhere

I've gone

It's obvious there's a black hole

It's the furthest thing I've known

Still falling

Still falling up

And consider this among the first days

Of the fight with the sun

Go out and find a source to fall

There are wings around you

Sawed off, wrested apart

What is awful also

Will get the rest in the dark

Revolt for songs

Under air-filled lungs

Said you hate the fools

With revolving tongues

What you think is secret

Makes you so aware

Revolt for songs

Under air-filled lungs

Said you hate the fools

With revolving tongues

What you think is secret

Makes you so aware

Revolving tongues

So aware