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