When the owl breaks the light beam in a nights dream ride   Am I seeing in slow, am I driving too fast?   For the sound to finally break past   Time spent following straight lines to death      Behind my eyes in a parallel sky   She belongs in the shapes in the clouds   That you try to take me to the grounded ones skyward   Try to take me to the grounded ones skyward      There's a fog that casts a planetary haze   To hide the white lined aggression in our eyes   In a season of collapsed lungs, there's a dark holiday   In a season of collapsed lungs, there's a dark holiday      When the owl breaks the light beam in a nights dream ride   Am I seeing in slow, am I driving too fast?   For the sound to finally break past   Time spent following straight lines to death      I'm so close to, I'm so close to   Too, too far behind, too, too far behind      There's a fog that casts a planetary haze   To hide the white lined aggression in our eyes   try to take me to the grounded ones skyward   In a season of collapsed lungs, there's a dark holiday   And we are following straight lines to death