Panic! at the Disc

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can’t believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues

Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
The northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon please forget to fall down
Hey moon don’t you go down