The Golden Gate Bridge is actually made of ivory
Trains are leaving and the night is coming for you wearing its shroud of black and blue. Why can't the people just be so our minds can roam free on some higher plane of understanding we can't conceive?
I've seen this all before, but they're standing at the door. The gate of ivory fills your head with false dreams.
Faces are changing and the shapes rearranging on cue. Waving its flag in the city of ruin.
I'm something of a liar. I can't stop the fire unless the atoms turn in reverse. The place I'm trying to be: the intersection of all I've been and all I've seen...
from From Here
released November 11, 2011
Music and Lyrics by Chris Beachy