Where are the lines, the lines that need to be crossed
To get over lethe or jordan or whatever they're called?
They've sung about freedom in a fantastic song
And it's in a car commercial, i knew i've heard it before.
Where our fingers form feathers fires burn, words are lost.
I thought i wanted to live in this shine and this gloss
And i tried loving in here and ended up buying booze
And in come the s**ed up amazons and out go the dumbed-down news.
I won't toy with these lines that cement in no time,
I rehearse every curse on construction sites first,
I twist my neck - clickediclack - before you crack my bones
And i throw three cheat sheets to where the wind blows.
Don't tell me you're not more than just a cloud in the shape of a cloud
In the shape of a sticky note that says "please don't go"
I want bear hugs and new d** and plugs for our heart machines,
Bridges through kitchens and food for our fever dreams,
Providers of all kinds of kindness and shenanigans,
We can do what we want and we can make any plans.
The present is present as a present for ourselves
And i tried my best to scatter pieces of my breath on your bookshelves
And we could be all kinds of crazy, we might already be
And we could be all kinds of magic if that's what we need
And we could be all kinds of light-footed if we wanted to.
We could be liars, we could tell the truth
And we might have learned not to want any strings attached to this
But we got ropes and vines and wires tied to every single f**ing heartbeat.
There's a ship coming, going to where i belong.
Don't tell me you're not more than just a cloud in the shape of a cloud
In the shape of a sticky note that says "please don't go".