Decade (Live from Printworks London)

She's livin' in her own psychedelic world
Mind, perception, chemicals disturbed

She's filing every truth until bitters end
Suffocating, restless, ambivalent

Her prison is a cage of messages
A rhythm in the age of endlessness

The fire in her yard has killed our tree
Leaving her old house is killing me

[Instrumental Break]

She's living in a room full of raw, bleak void
An empty space to fulfill the destroyed

The fire burned away all the chemistry
A mirror on her wall shows a tired me

The window tears the blue and cold old smoke
Reminds me of those days and our garden's oak

Her fireworks, they ran, so weak, but free
The tired, opaque man cries secretly