Deadheading flowers in the interstellar morning
A lilac palace in your hands
The only ruins of a distant generation
Nothing left but a name upon the land

It's such a shame when they ruin your garden
It's such a pity when the day is done
All along it was light it was a weakness
All along it was the setting sun

I'll paint you a picture but only in three colors
Each one redder than the last
The darkness for our unsuspecting future
Is bleeding out form the light of the past
You're just a little bit older every time your cover gets blown
In a world that seems so empty we can be anything except left alone.