Cross the breezes done in ink
Down across the risk of thinking, ah
It's precisely those who can
Who should be doing something else
Little herd, nothing to d...
Tell me which side's which again
Come in colors we refuse to see
Dirty world
Look away
Turn the page
Let's hang up
On what we're not
They're not us
It can't hurt like it would to us
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
Cherries, almonds, dates and apricots
Mesmerized, call these dream geometries
Honey falls, ghastly slaughter fields
Roll the window up
The... has come to take their breath away
Breath away
Dirty world
Look away
Turn the page
Let's hang up
On what we're not and what we'll never be
It can't hurt like it would us
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
Is this where I'm supposed to cry
