Remain Indoors Periphery

Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you become the mess

Fall back on the cloud, man, when there's nothing new left to do
And there's not a single thought in the cross-hairs of your mind
Stop shouting from a mountain
Maybe sing a tune from within you
We've gotta move to the meadows from the mire

This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
I'm holding position
This is a view from outer tunnel-vision

[Chorus]
Now let go of your senses and let go of your time
We already know the message is gold
Can't we lighten the stride?
No reflection shows the dark on our side
We already know the message is gold
Can't we lighten the stride?

Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you become the mess