I was listening to the first grace notes of the day play
The Sun kept on rising till it floated away
Gone to join the bright side, needed to count in
Controlled demolitions, the path through the mountain
Did I see it right, can't believe where the day went
Gone like a mic drop, tired of waitin'
Want to start again, need to think up an alias
You sleep in your clothes now, it makes you feel safe

Now you're clearing the room just like pontius pilate
When he showed all his home movies
All of his friends yelling: Pilate! Too soon!

Came out the other side some kind of agnostic
Keeping a straight face, but at some point you lost it
A painting of a wasteland, beautiful I guess
But I only like art when it's changing the subject
Listening to the first grace notes of the day play
The Sun kept on rising till it floated away
Spun out of control, you recover and steer through
Into controlled slide, it's just what you do

And now you're clearing the room, like pontius pilate
When he showed all his home movies
All of his friends yelling: Pilate! Too soon!

So I got you a map to find a home in the stars
I hope you get there
Got you a map to find a home in the stars
I hope you get there

You want to start again but you need to count in though
On three, we burst through the overton window
And fall through the kaleidoscope of your mentions
You're buried in daydream, you think it's an entrance

And it's clearing the room just like pontius pilate
When he showed all his home movies
All of his friends yelling: Pilate! Too soon!

So I got you a map to find a home in the stars
I hope you get there
Got you a map to find a home in the stars
I hope you get there

Listening to the first grace notes of the day play
The Sun kept on rising till it floated away
The Sun kept on rising till it floated away