Yanking the Spectrum

Separating for surreal reasons Bidding to implore the mess of meaning Lost and found in more congealed reasons The spectrum breathes It looks for reason too And finds it in you Yanked to become something true Meet me in the conscious mind I'll stay right in my domain of time And we're not in the prototype To stay right, in flight, a mile of sight Thieving all my appetite The fuel burns inside a vial of stripes It exists in nothing but our minds Sit tight, hope light won't wait till night It finds out how we breathe With blind eyes the spectrum sees Integrating doors leading to seasons Hearts making some sort of deep cohesion Held to stop and mourn the loss of pieces When thresholds bleed The spectrum splits in two People matestisize in the limousine And they go flying through the window panes And they go Say what you want to be You might be the one we're looking for See what you're meant to see And maybe we won't all crash and burn