I went to see the bigger picture,
To bury myself in its details,
To catch a ride to Hawaii,
And see myself coming out of the sea,
Our little Cambrian family.
But we had to hide ourselves,
Among the prettier pieces,
Of a broken and brittle world,
That has already bought and sold us.

So I let my eyes glaze over,
With the heat of sight,
Healing’s burning ambition,
But he says he sees right through me,
And now there is a hole,
Where a woman used to stand,
Just another singer without a band.