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,
northern downpour sends its love.
-Northern Downpour by Panic! At the Disco.
