Song by Thomas Troyer
Produced by David Wimbish
Drums played by Luke Thompson
lyrics
I get the creepiest feeling I'm not being watched, I'm here on my own time as the clock winds down. I keep searching for the glow of some cosmic cigarette burning to light up the face of the man smiling behind all the myth Here below. But the sky has no answers as starlight fades to morning the remarks painting the dawn condense in laughter on the shore line and here we are here below. The question burns in my mind the melody only mirrors a lark the city reflects only the starlight as centuries wither and fade into dark.
