In our futures, unlimited space
Why not draw a tiny box?
It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve
Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate
These are things, all the things, all the things we do
With you, with you
We have been in the dark for too long
We don't see the broken part is our heart
All that we have learned, all that we are holding
Is all burned up, it's all burned
All that we have loved, all that we have broken
In other words, other words, we do
We have been in the dark for too long
We don't see the broken part is our heart
Your missing part, your missing heart
Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow
Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up
We have been in the dark for too long
We don't see the broken part is our heart
All the seeds that grow
Are the ones you sowed
Progessive thoughts in our cars In our futures, unlimited space Why not draw a tiny box? It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate These are things, all the things, all the things we do With you, with you We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All that we have learned, all that we are holding Is all burned up, it's all burned All that we have loved, all that we have broken In other words, other words, we do We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart Your missing part, your missing heart Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All the seeds that grow Are the ones you sowed Explain Request ×
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