From Here

From the concrete cities
To the wide open spaces
Everything is in tension
And waiting
There's a little gust of wind
And then stillness
A little creak of the timbers
And then silence

We love gallows humour
But there must be a gallows
And a moss pipe piper
That everybody follows

We will grow weary of ourselves
And we will dream a king
Then we'll bury ourselves
Trouble always begins
With the naming of things
Like gods and desires
Lines in the sand

All sense of scale is gone
And the splinters think they're trees
And the stones believe they're mountains
And the rivers think they're seas

And we all gaze down like little gods
Our feathers think they're wings
And the glass believes it's diamond
And the courtiers think they're kings
And the more of this we take on board
The stupider we become

The rose and all the approaching fire
Mistaken for the rising sun

I am the master of nothing
Repeat after me
I am the master of nothing

I've tried never to press too hard
I never wanted to leave a mark
I'm good with disappearing
Like I was never there
I've always tried never to press too hard
Never wanted to leave a mark
I'm good with disappearing
Like I was never there
Never there

Now all the sense of scale is gone
And the splinters think they're trees
And the stones believe they're mountains
And the rivers think they're seas

And we all gaze down like little gods
Our feathers think they're wings
And the glass believes it's diamond
And the courtiers think they're kings
And the more of this we take on board
The stupider we become

The rose and all the approaching fire
Mistaken for the rising sun

So let's all go home now
Look ourselves in the mirror
Throw our heads back
And laugh