Old Movies

Think of a song that you'd love to hear
That swallows your fear from the bleeding crowds
Think of a person that you'd like to be
Ask yourself why, when you're both gonna die
Think about life as an ongoing stream
Then try to stop thinking about everything
Think about life before it was cut up
Into all the words, into all the names

Look to your mother, oh can't you see?
She really loves you, 'cause you are the same
Sleepwalking father is breeding tears
In a bottle of fire, drowning the throat
Look to your father, oh can't you see?
He's thinking of you, because you are the same
Everything passes and floats downstram
Just let go and you'll feel alright

Worried about all the things that you've missed
And the things that you'll miss and the things that you've done
Carry the weight of a thousand lies
In a thousand old movies, twenty at a time
Look to your god, oh can't you see?
We named him greater, because we're afraid
Look to yourself and your god as the same
Look past the pictures, look past the names