Pylons & Other Modern Art Lyrics

We're pointing upwards at all timesWe build up and in
circles - the architecture of the pupils
It's hard to read between the lines
They're second hand and made of wood
I understand that it's understood

Rationale will let you down A lamp-post towers overhead
An artificial form of light that we can reach with added
height
I think we're heading underground
Because rationale has let us down
Rationale will let me down
Rationale will let you down

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