The death of one thing means

The birth of something else

Stuck in the middle 

We can't see either end

 

Searching for forwards

The horizon expands

The past shrinks till

It fits in our hands

 

The photograph shows us

On our backs

Confident the World's 

Behind us

 

One moment lasts

Until the next one snaps

There's tension's there 

To remind us

 

We were happy then

Didn't know it when

The day came roaring

Out of the night

 

Baring its teeth

Screaming for Its meal

We looked around for

Something to buy

 

Looking into each other

Lost for answers

As the day took us 

In its hands

 

Pressing us violently

Against each other 

We're still haunted

By that scene in the film