If I could reach beyond the stars to the backseat of her mind,
If anything's ever been real it's been long run down by time
The ground feels full of seeds, they're rusting from the edges
Backslide, I wanna look at your hands, they're full of scars
Outside the worldwide masses will starve
On my way to your door, maybe out of time
(Hush little baby, you should go to sleep)