you think of white somewhere outside somehow connected to your brain or about to knock on your door eternity is a policy magnetism and mystery wishful thinking and fantasy and i hope that you're not hoping for me you think of sight and reason collides somehow transmitting from space asking you to line up and take your place infinity is a reality life jackets and sympathy bullshit daydreams i know you can't be knowing for me and i hope that you're not hoping for me