Pylons & Other Modern Art lyrics

We're pointing upwards at all times We build up and in circles - the architecture of the pupils It's hard to read between the lines They're second hand and made of wood I understand that it's understood Rationale will let you down A lamp-post towers overhead An artificial form of light that we can reach with added height I think we're heading underground Because rationale has let us down Rationale will let me down Rationale will let you down