Finally, Peace

With glittering hands

On collapsible land

We're praising the sun

For the damage he's done

A ruinous eyesore

Oh what is a mind for?

Just a knife in a lake

Just an arrow in space

All creation is hollow

And a picture's a shadow

Just a symptom of love

With a lack of a cause

Now the city's dissolving

And heaven's inhaling

While the ocean is thinking of a surface reflecting

Your glorious mind

Your glorious mind

Your glorious mind

Your glorious mind

Your glorious mind...