Falling Skies

Pick out the stars
Bet on the sparring beams
In the light
Sing a new world lie
Like "destiny", it "has to be"
Or some other borrowed pose
You'd say anything
To like the cause of your fire

In our words we burn alive
From our heads we stroke some light

You've drowned in years
And held in wanting days
A slow-motion prison
Dancing for a hold
Hoping all the pulsing waves
It's a dream that's there to meet you
Or dash you in the daze

But you're tired
Of the monsters
In the under tow, they lеt you go
Damn their fathoms
Damn the ideals
Thеy're only devalued
The antipathy is what we see
In our shadows

And you've drowned in years
And held in wanting days
It's a slow-motion prison
Dancing for a hold

Finding hope in all the pulsing waves
It's a dream that's there to meet you
Or dash you in the daze

When home becomes a ringing (numbing) tone
Of stranger words from faces known
You lose a little something
Where every thing is no thing

You're left with years
Yet wanting days
In a slow motion prison
The has you in its hold
Finding hope in all the pulsing waves
There's a dream that's there to meet you
Or dash you in the daze

In the hole of her heart
Is a broken well
From the bottom to the top

And she's looking up, yeah she's looking up
At exploding skies
And they never stop, no they never stop
All the falling skies

It's a dream that's there to meet you