Building up to the larger point
It's that they're reversible
Avoiding and courting collision
His great grandfather worked for Goodyear
If there's glory in miracles
There's submarines out there under the ice
That it was unthinkable
With an arrogance not rare or pretty
The fathers of the injured and faking
I guess it's just not done
He'd see the blimp on Sundays
We stay inside and try to conjure
There's a trace oh mint wafting in from the north
Didn't know nothing 'bout panic
Wonder what the driver knew
To worm our way back to bad decisions
He didn't certainly think
About making rubber tires
He helped to build the Titanic
So we don't fuck with the 401
So resourceful and clever
Terrarium
That it is was unsinkable
It's bigger than us or larger than we bargained
My great grandfather was a welder
We don't declare the war on idleness
When outside it's cold and shitty
Her great grandfather saw the future
An accident's sometimes the only way
Terrarium
There's still roaches and ants in here
Oh, Terrarium
He certainly probably thought
