So you’ve mastered the metaphor game And now nothing on earth is the same It’s only time but its critical It’s only time Like the movies you swim in your dreams Grin devoid of your critical fiends When you wake up your role’s been cast out The old flick’s back: the one that’s built to lose But its only time When intelligence and lust turn to wisdom and love You’re on the escalator through the ether up above When the white limos come out to play And the license plates spell out the way You’ll know its time its inevitable You scare me girl Like my worn-out seaside melody memory You can’t dodge the past like you can’t dodge gravity But you can learn to trick its spin It’s only time And if you believe its all too good to be true… Schizophrenia heights is a commuter town This life we used to chalk around til I felt your flower unfold And I remember (I remember the silence) Your arm clutching mine (The cress of soft belong) Up the escalator ride Through the ether to the dome My Synchronia My Synchronia My Synchronia… But until that time All static aside When you hate the world do you still love me?