swans
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.