Green machine you're building down in California. Disappearing and reappearing at will. Child is coming for a thousand years. We're never looking any further to you. But now you've made the galaxy clear. But for now I'm left just standing here waiting for you. Now you are here to my side. What should I do? What do I do? Look at me. Look at me. Child is coming for a thousand years. It all makes me feel so torn down. When I open I think of you. When smoke and dust inside sink to me. I think of you. To myself. What should I do? What do I do? Look at me. Look at me. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
