when digital lights refracting on me
just chemicals telling my brain how i ought to be
what's the point in tellin' if you're never gonna listen
what's the point in telling you why?
our children will be buried under blankets of snow
and you'll be in your technicolor home
yeah we spoke of this before in a dream of course
it was clear to me then babe but now it seems you still want more
he said he's never felt that
so i'm wondering if you'd let him
he thinks it's coming easy
i know you are prone to dancing when nobody is home
people free in his own words
it's not always what it seems to be
i've wandered far too long to tell apart but now