Just let me love
Let me be,
Here on the floor
Flying eastward to the shore,
Knowing that the stars won't last in the sky
I took you to a prison cell
You were afraid that I could tell
And on a train we met a friend
He showed us that we should pretend
(machine)
I need to be myself again and know precisely when it is time to be the actor.
It is amusing when everything is confusing.
Better to be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit (or ashamed to confess [or, alternatively, eager to expose]).
How is it that I am all of the above?
Theres got to be more than denial and drugs. Empty bottles are starting to feel less fun and the dizziness is deceiving.
Technology,
is a dead bird
in your hands.
(x2)
We could live in a dream.
Where is my liberty?
Buried under a tree.
Where is my liberty?
(machine)
Everyone of us is in our wonderyears
wishing we were just one year younger.
I, i need to get over myself
and going to and up on top of amount these days
if i make it long enough.
Sometimes i just want to drift away into outerspace
We could live in a dream.
Where is my liberty?
Buried under a tree
Where is my liberty?
Let me be,
Here on the floor
Flying eastward to the shore,
Knowing that the stars won't last in the sky
I took you to a prison cell
You were afraid that I could tell
And on a train we met a friend
He showed us that we should pretend
(machine)
I need to be myself again and know precisely when it is time to be the actor.
It is amusing when everything is confusing.
Better to be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit (or ashamed to confess [or, alternatively, eager to expose]).
How is it that I am all of the above?
Theres got to be more than denial and drugs. Empty bottles are starting to feel less fun and the dizziness is deceiving.
Technology,
is a dead bird
in your hands.
(x2)
We could live in a dream.
Where is my liberty?
Buried under a tree.
Where is my liberty?
(machine)
Everyone of us is in our wonderyears
wishing we were just one year younger.
I, i need to get over myself
and going to and up on top of amount these days
if i make it long enough.
Sometimes i just want to drift away into outerspace
We could live in a dream.
Where is my liberty?
Buried under a tree
Where is my liberty?