Everything around here Calls itself historic A euphemism for Collecting dust and mold The architectural equivalent of Waxing nostalgic About one's highschool Glory days of old But what am I If not another dot On a pointillistic piece Up on the wall We all pollute the landscapes And try to be of import The only difference is That they'll outlive us all We're just passing through We're just passing through A single smear of paint's enough Whatever landscape I'm part of We're just passing through...
