Make it shiny make it new
Clean and pretty through and through
Make it stylish make it pop
Make us think it never stops
Doesn’t matter if its real
What’s the point—we don’t feel
Only matters if it’s now
We’ll discard it anyhow
We’ll discard it anyhow…
Why must everything seem shallow?
Why does everything seem shallow?
Help me deviate my course
This empty joy and remorse
Herald me a truer true
Something beyond the newest new
There is a light upon the hill
Ageless golden holy still
Can we find our way to thee
Not be seduced by what we see?