Approximate Sunlight

Used to dream of time machines
 Now it's been said we're post-everything
 As a child, imagining
 Neckties and coastlines
 I've seen the show, man, what a sight
 Drenched us in approximated sunlight
 The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind
 You're too kind

 Now you are how you were when you were real
 Now you are how you were when you were real

 There you go again, on that circular trip
 Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman
 I'm out of breath, I better sit
 Been living hard, living 

 All I do is follow, just follow this hollow you around

 I wouldn't waste another thought
 On what is fair and what is not
 The Quinceañera dress she bought
 Was unstitched with bullets

 All the guests in the garden screamed
 Women and tires squealing
 Such opulence, such misery
 Unwinding, unwinding

 All I do is follow, just follow, just follow this hollow you around

 Now you are how you were when you were real