And I feel like that I just got caught stealing,
And I feel like that there’s no good reason,
No none at all.
And I feel like that I’m up on trial for treason,
And I know it’s some ridiculous reason,
Just put down your guns I warn you,
Last chance oh last chance.
You’re just not capable of listening outside of the past,
And it always just seems to be That your fingers are stuck in your ears and you’re singin
La la la la la la la la la la And I feel like that my words are birds retreatin,
And I feel like that it’s open season,
Just put down your guns I warn you,
Last chance oh last chance.
But are you capable of listening outside of the past,
It could always be you and me With our fingers up mapping the stars and we’re singin
La la la la la la la la la la la How do you look at this all?
Satellites pile up and fall,
Chaotic, abrasive, neurotic, invasive,
What king stuck you here on the wall?
I have a new sky to install,
Erases the dark you’d recall,
Gigantic, protective, electric, connective,
The universe will catch us all.

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