paper houses line the streets   the streets create a town   towns grow into armies   armies shoot you down   while the same humdrum that beats the drums   compels you look around   in time to see your paper houses   burning to the ground      baby, there's no light at the end of the tunnel      glassy beaches hold the seas   the seas they flood the world   the world, she sinks in slowly   leaves nothing but a pearl   it fills a bag that slowly drags   behind a crying girl   barefoot striding glassy beaches   give to waves unfurled      and she won't sleep for fear   and baby, there's no light at the end of the tunnel      hopes they fall like broken glass   into my overburdened lap   i find myself now wishing in   from the outside of the glass   papercuts they split the sea   to dry the sands that freedom bring   you and i we'll never see   the land of which we dream      we don't sleep for fear   and bay-ay-by   there's no light at the end of the tunnel