The restaurant at the end of the multiverse

Faces sheltered as they are
Finished counting all the stars
Feel the gears wind down again
Another paycheck to cash in.
May the Lord have flesh and bones
Leave you some to call your own
As we slowly feel our way
Through another shapeless day

Up the hill to sow some seed
Nostalgia's warmth is all we need
Us disappointments turn to steam
We're superheroes, in our dreams
Throw the radio up high
Watch us drown out half the sky
Synaesthesia Coloured Blue
Aquaman knows what to do

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