The World Machine part 2

the look on your face
your eyes and all the soace
between the two of you is limited
did my mind do what i thought it did?

like a message arising
from the edge's horizon
is this a possibility?
the truth is fucking killing me (it is)

(the feeling that) no one believes in you
i'll give them no reason to
with nothing to show for this
your eyes, your eyes

they look so much different
an iris encloses him
with folded maps at my feet
i don't believe in me (either)

your eyes look like they
are flipping through my words
like a catalogue when i say
i miss seeing the birds
i am lonely and i know
you know, i know everything
your eyes tell me everything

she said "i could never love him"
she said "i could never love him"
she said "i could never love him"
she said "i could never love him"