Made us think for ourselves at last To put a knife in the past Need to change where we're going And to drop the stones we're throwing And move out of the world and watch the glass house crumble
Is the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloes Stopped to watch the rain But we fell asleep and woke up near the window
We press our tongues to the pane We laugh at the ones on the train We beat them at their own game
Headache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turn
Yeah, there's enough to go around
And press them into little squares
As the world turned, we were dreaming about our brains And how they made us think and twitch and look away So we stepped back into the shoes we wore that day And find we're better off now, no matter what they say
With the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheek
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