The Machine

Hymn

The sounds of space.

The Little Hole In Our Dreams

I hear all of them speaking
Their hollow voices echo in my head
They don't try to understand the world
They try to create it instead

Their truth is poetic
Their toungues are knives
They tear the ground from the sky
They can't see past the ugly or the beautiful, the shadows or light

All these images and words moving all around you
Do you know what it would all look like
If it was still
And you, were the same

How many things around you, actually ...
Only exist in your heart
How much of this world is really you
As solid as your dreams

Are you sure you can tell the difference between you and everything else
Are you sure
That you have ever actually seen
The world

I hear all of them speaking
Their shallow voices splashing in my head
They don't want to understand the world
They try to create it instead

Their truth is poetic
Their tongues are knives
They tear the ground from the sky
They can't see past the ugly or the beautiful, shadows or light

All these images and words dancing around you
Do you know what it would all look like
If it was still
And you, were the same

How much of what you think you know
Only exists in your heart
How much of this world is really you
As solid as your dreams

Are you sure you can tell the difference between ...
Are you sure
That you have ever seen
Yourself ...

Have you ever found
The little hole in your dreams
Have you ever hurt
When you peaked through the seams

Have you ever tried to be on the other side of
The little hole in your dreams
Have you ever wondered what it's like
Have you ever felt the difference between