I could explain about fiction or how meaning really works.
I could hardly tell that time was still passing by.
I had followed your eyes just a little too far.
I had heard it’s just some lights that move but you’re still right here…
I have learned most things seem exactly how they are,
and give away how their trick is done.
There are mirrors in the sky, and the smoke is all around.
It couldn’t be that I’m in love with you, but that’s just the way it is…