I see you in the morning. Wearing only one shoe. I say I see you've lost something. What're you gonna do?. You say but no I found one. There's another out there for you. I see us all as customers. Holding no purchase so far. Collapsing galaxies. Feathered with falling stars. I see us all as something. But nothing like we truly are. Why don't you come to me now. More like you are. I know we should be grateful. Everything is falling apart. Everything is breaking. And it lifts my heart. To see you as an angel. As some ghostly work of art. Why don't you come to me now. Know who you are