Firewall - Bright Eyes
　　
　　I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul
　　The classicists, the posturing avant-garde
　　I bought a gray macaw named him Jules Verne
　　He’ll probably outlive me he’s a bright bird
　　Keeps me company I teach him new words
　　
　　I saw a hologram at the theme park
　　She looked as real as me through the white fog
　　Then she melted down to her ankles
　　Turned into a million-watt candle
　　If I knew where she went I would follow
　　
　　Walking through the land of tomorrow
　　Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos
　　In the sunshine try to act normal
　　My veins are full of flat cherry-cola
　　Slept on a bench by the roller-coaster
　　
　　Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike
　　Lion of Judah painted on the side
　　
　　I’m doing fine, I’m back in the Palisades
　　Life’s a wash, a pastoral school play
　　China shops and cold ivory towers
　　I and I make toasts to the Caesars
　　Forcing down the dregs of Decembers
　　
　　Madeline she spins in a slow bang
　　All through the house the strong smell of burnt sage
　　Let’s make it clean and run out the spirits
　　I know a diving bell when I hear it
　　We’re going down now under the surface
　　
　　Light to dark can shift in an instant
　　Feeling close but keeping my distance
　　On all fours she’s just so insistent
　　Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists
　　Bust through the Firewall into heaven
　　
　　Then I’m standing in that blinding light
　　Crooked crosses falling from the sky
　　
　　Seen yeah seen by I and I