Clouds? Or Smoke? Songtext

down the rabbit-hole
behind the waterfall
go ahead, burn it into my brain again
the cost of true emotion

crest and collapse
anticipation revs each synapse
you're smudged around the edges
laughing in sepia tone
moving quickly in slow motion
and not a sound is heard

it can only be, it can only be,
it can only be for just tonight

emerald sand in the palm of my hand
regency stamp, it's a hologram
ignore the onus, pause to kiss, stop for yes
then dance on
incantations alight like starlings
handful of raw jade and scratched rubies
my benign offering, my benign offering
the daylight is flickering
and I don't think that's
supposed to be happening

we want to taste red and gold
we want to know real things
no more false endings

no more false endings

grumble grumble, trip and stumble
laughing, wide-eyed stumble
in the flimsy clouds overhead
waxing waning reaping sowing
in my hand it's growing, growing
waxing raining, weeping sewing
in my hand groaning, groaning