The Last White Lighter

You wake in a home
You assume it is your own
A hazy head, but a comfy bed
Nothing seems wrong
You make moans
You put your trousers on
You walk the path, you do the math
Wonder where the time's gone
You forget to care
New faces everywhere
I watch you fact-check, try to recollect
There's nothing there
I kick the earth
I shake and cry and curse
It's my fault now
I sold you out
I'm the last White Lighter
No? No!
Got the book bound
Encoded sound
In the Dead House
I won't let you down
Down with their trash!
Up with our flag!
I got you back
You draw your first new map
Me and you and our four dimensions
Drifting through the space-time continuum
Glad to be here with you, my friend
Follow me into oblivion!
And we know there's big and bad things waiting for us
At least we're no longer lost, we have the compass
We are flags dancing now
Hoist us up
Safe in the clouds
We are the White Lighters