How do you find the language for this sensation of shock?
How do you keep moving forward?
When will the feeling come back?
I thought I held an answer but then it burned through my hand

Yes there's just too much to comprehend, it falls from the air
(Floating down to shattered earth arms open wide)
The known dimensions just can't contain what spills from there
(Sea and sky and smoke and shards of powdered glass)
I'm afraid to open my eyes, I'd see that every flower is diseased
How I want the world to be beautiful again

Stuck in my head for a month
With the ceiling pressing down
I remember the blue blue sky
And I remember the sun

I don't dare to raise my head
I might blast the birds from out of the trees
How I need to need the world to be made whole again
I'm afraid to open my eyes, I'd see that every flower is diseased
How I want the world to be beautiful again