Author: [[Abe Brownell]] --- Somewhere tomorrow there's an iron bull with porcelain horns It lives in this china shop Duty free at the airport To pay I put my problems on the scale Weigh out whether they're a Critical mass for disaster weather Yeah I can pass for better But problematic as the paradise We very well might end in Bankruptcy we keep breaking stock in this Combination petting zoo china shop There's this sickness Unease as we race through our Collective quease and then collide Broken noses and an ugly cry Cleanup on aisle *why* Silver linings slip away when it's Overcast entirely throughout the whole day This way we wait till night falls over us as we pass the time with our impatience Get starry eyed when there's still sun in the sky We trip over ourselves on the way to the airport to watch the stars die and come alive Almost iron but manufactured faster than a dream can fade Away away and so we promenade in vain Flight check failure but fuck it if I've got wings Away away As if escape is a place You could actually stay You could call this A eulogy by prophecy You'd be wrong Destruction ends not The song is a cycle We are bulls in a china shop Porcelain horns notwithstanding Pointed preconditions for Pulling the threads into Something new From the fragments of my understanding Fill the cracks once you've Crashed the landing