Farrar
Would the clouds in your head all fade away?
Would song and dance start and find a parade?
Would the shroud of turin be upstaged?
Would the pull of the earth be enough of a weight?
Would it be crystal clear to gauge?
If I raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs
Raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs.
It's more a question of different eyes
Looking in the same old places
A horizontal stretch of movement
Catching up then caught but losing
It's a native tongue equation.
If I raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs
Raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs.
Tales of life like it's Mardi Gras
Unprescribed sedation
Pushed to the brink of something
Fanbelts squeal when they're loosening
It's a native tongue equation.
Raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs
Raised my hand for the wrongs, raised my hand for the wrongs.