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