Low Life

At the dawning of the day we die
I wander into town in a kind of daze
And with the cold and foreign stars above
This place looks very different now today
I was a stranger to my homeland and its
Dreaming acts awake inside my head
My body lives a thousand miles away
But my mind was always living here instead
Living here instead
Living here instead
You’ve seen me wander through the grass
On a pattern, on a path, but it never ends
Though ten thousand years have passed inside my skull
I’m waiting up here to descend
Sometimes you walk into the woods
Sometimes you disappear
Sometimes you are replaced
And people know you just to see you
They know your old life
But you have been changed
You are not the same
No
You are not the same
The wandering days
The lowest life
I’ll never see your face again
I’m over the lake
Unearthly light
Illuminates the parking lot
And everyone says
You’ve stayed too long
I hear the voices raised in song
It’s the golden age
Coming on
I was searching for release
In the fire, in the fire, but it never came
Then though we try, we try to leave
We’re always redirected right back here again
And now I don’t remember anything
Before I opened up my own head
If we are dreaming, let us die
And let these stranger eons
Now become our bed
We are living low, low life
Until the end of days
We are living low, low life
Until the end of days
We are living low, low life
Until the end of days
Yeah yeah yeah
We are living low, low life
Until the end of days