Eric Avery - Unexploded lyrics

See distant smokestacks Reaching up straight and high Breathing into the sky Like an exhalation Of some hidden machine Beneath everything Quietly building all that we can see I don't want to be the museum Custodian of unexploded things Too hot to handle And too precious to touch Like something kept hidden from the world Sunlight hints black toward blue Buried below the floor because it came before it will come again While the penthouse sees everything Where it's always morning High above unbreakable shining unshakable all behind gla** I don't want to be the museum Custodian of unexploded things Too hot to handle And too precious to touch