[Verse 1: Lorde] Seems to rise within pinpoint underpinned Divided into a piece of mind that's prescribed for a later time Guess who's right yeah and no one proves Listening for proof you cannot use [Verse 2: Lorde] Despondents intertwined in that moment unrealized From hindsight it all comes clear pa**ing through so insincere Irrelevant to any gaze conceived to judge from older age [Outro: Lorde] Intended to serve us, no love questioned from Those that hide, so hide wants to ask, why at all, so small