Sphere

He orders cuttlefish and drinks beer from a bottle
As white powder falls from the sky
In this slow-motion fantasy around their china bodies

He puts out his cigarette on the table
Grinding it in like a charcoal star
Then he twists and turns and fades away

No more the artist, the writer, the father
Just a man made of china in a world full of glass
And we break so easily
And we break so peacefully
We hold ourselves, as we discussed
Do not let anything penetrate our peace
"Comfortably Numb" plays in distantly
"Echoes" from another world

We hold ourselves, as we discussed
Do not let anything penetrate our peace
"Comfortably Numb" plays in distantly
"Echoes" from another world