Lost in paintings of Germania.   Moon reflections on Magnolia   Press the button, save the Queen.   and i'm fine...      In medias res and we're on fire.   pour your polymer into the sky.   tell a hoax or tell a dirty lie      rising over our heads.      shut your mouth because you're not making sense   the pleasure of living under irradiance   to not say a word and turn a blind eye   until it's over and we all realise      smokestack dreams   close your eyes (but don't go to sleep)   tomorrow may never come.   tomorrow may never come.