Prismatic Spray (The Tinder Date)

Well, it was midway through the second chain-lift
Of Big Thunder Mountain Railroad where
I turned to my Tinder date, flush with
Excitement of illumination
Backlit by a prismatic spray of drones
Adjacent to an audio-animatronic goat

I said: The intellectual depth that leads
To wisdom and happiness has been
Discarded in favour of shallow
Forms of reflection and recall
She bit her lip, and she took my hand
As we crossed from Frontier to Adventureland

Heft of a breast strains against shirt
Her legs disappear into the curve of that skirt
Long, lithe, and lean in this panoptic sprawl of delight
And abnegation of the difficult choices in life, ah

We see just what we wanna see
Believe with total certainty

By the time you realize you're in the abyss
The more you try to shine a light, the darker it gets
Destiny manifests in every dark ride
Until eventually, you too agree it was all justified, ah

We see just what we wanna see
Believe in any old fantasy

Within these earthen berms
The architecture reassures
Nostalgic, safe, and warm
A mushroom cloud appears above the Matterhorn

Her hair is in flames, my flesh melts from the bone
Our skeletal remains left in a licentious pose
The inner workings of the machinery is exposed
It really wasn't so bad, as far as Tinder dates go

We see just what we wanna see
Believe in whatever helps you sleep