Contact Lens Family Tree by The Gifted Children Lyrics

Glasses over eyes
We steam and shroud
We are the golden age:
There's a door fixed on the ceiling
Not to be opened soon

Appearances in restaurants
Where fickle food gets lodged in throat
With listening booths featuring
"The Golden Sounds of Contemporary Disasters"
Etched on the cover is only after-rubble
Of storied sidewalks