City of Cardboard

Fibers in the light of a projector, catch fire
Wolf in the front yard, look out from your door and admire
Drink your tea with sympathy, while organized chaos awaits
Because I’ve told you in the past, but it never seems to resonate
When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore
All the things outside your city of cardboard
One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn
Is your paper holds nothing but words and records
The music is within his hands and his heart
And in his mind, all of the planets are marbles in the stars
But this game of Pretending is so apprehending these days
And all of your time is spent comprehending this game
When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore
All of the things outside your city of cardboard
One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn
Is your paper holds nothing
And so if your mundane existence withstands
I look to put some truth inside your open hands
So share in some telepathy, while organized chaos awaits
Because I’ve told you in the past, but it doesn’t seem to resonate
When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore
All the things outside your city of cardboard
One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn
Is your paper holds nothing but words and records