On some driven ship, the morning commuter ride Everything is orange and bright In reflection, you can see you're standing paralyzed Your suspended disbelief has lied Your invisible now, and I know that it's hard to get used to 'Cause you're the last secret agent reporting back But you're reporting back to nothing Your invisible now, and I know that it's hard to get used to The panoramic scene, the landscape's grand design The moment overtakes your life In the silver morning sun the worst is magnified It makes you see the use of Christ