Perpetual Dream

The trouble is calling me out, son
 It's working its way down our street
 Looks like everyone's getting theirs, fighting its way through our city
 The rumbling is growing deafening, we'll have to escape through our ceiling
 Maybe that was a dream
 My mind has been working me
 And I can't get any sleep
 So life becomes a perpetual dream
 The ground, it just swallowed me up
 I fell through the darkness and cold
 'Saw a light grow beneath me, a city weathered and old
 The people were just living, believing their world had a ceiling
 Heading towards the sun, sweet little one
 Yeah, its about time
 You're finally making some wings, sweet little one
 Yeah, it's about time
 But you might find as you drift in closer
 To the sun, your wax wings will melt