Forward / Backward

As I walk down to what used to be
But it's not what it used to be
To a tiny shop
Our glass worlds that fit in the palm of your hand
The figures inside
Reflections of our first gazes of ourselves
As I imagine in our pedestrian dreams we were so
Happy, plastic, molded
With all the glass
All that's left of the real objects of this play
The blood on my feet
As it dries on the floor, it conceals the base of this marble
Stumbling back, the ceiling's more than just caved in
It was never there to begin with
"We stare at the sky from this red rock"
Says the ancient woman, "there's not one worth saving"

It's hidden, sure, but not forgotten
We're shaken, sure, and now immobile
It's hidden, sure, but not forgotten
We're shaken, sure, and now immobile
It's hidden, sure, but not forgotten
We're shaken, sure, and now immobile
It's hidden, sure, but not forgotten
We're shaken, sure, and now immobile

Tonight with these clouds, blocking my way home
The red light from our shells will light my way home
But it's hard to remember the way, with the signs blown apart
With these holes all over the street where we used to walk so far
Tonight with these clouds, blocking my way home
The red light from our shells will light my way home
But it's hard to remember the way, with the signs blown apart
With these holes all over the street where we used to walk so far