Pylons + Other Modern Art

We’re pointing upwards at all time
We build up and in circles
The architecture of the pupils
It’s hard to read between the lines
They’re second-hand and made of wood
I understand that it’s understood
Rationale will let you down
Rationale will let you down
Rationale will let you down
Rationale will let you down
A lamp-post towers overhead
An artificial form of light that we can reach with added height
I think we’re heading underground
Because rationale has let me down
Because rationale has let me down
Rationale will let you down