Decade (Live from Printworks London)

She's livin' in her own psychedelic world

Mind, perception, chemicals disturbed

She's filing every truth until bitters end

Suffocating, restless, ambivalent

Her prison is a cage of messages

A rhythm in the age of endlessness

The fire in her yard has killed our tree

Leaving her old house is killing me

She's living in a room full of raw, bleak void

An empty space to fulfill the destroyed

The fire burned away all the chemistry

A mirror on her wall shows a tired me

The window tears the blue and cold old smoke

Reminds me of those days and our garden's oak

Her fireworks, they ran, so weak, but free

The tired, opaque man cries secretly