We're pointing upwards at all times
We 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