Lyrics

There's a black hole pulling me in, I slowly bend 'Til I see the back of my own sins I stole my soul from myself Now I wonder Wonder is there somebody with a perfect plan That goes boom when it's stamped, then we could understand How the gods of old used to clap their hands To make thunder And so were clapping and were laughing like it was so absurd In the future we'll be laughing at who we were Right now as man plays God with the land That he plunders To the one unknown no one can own No seed that's resistant to greed If we listen to time after time Time can never go under There's this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life I dont mind, I dont mind, I dont mind There's this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind In my mind, in my mind, in my mind And so this vine is trying to climb Through the window into my life To bring me symmetry and memories of a backlit breeze Back into a dream on the ground Looking up at the sun coming down Into a world where boys and girls are holding hand held devices While they're eating and they're sleeping and they're dreaming of the prices We'll be paying down the line when the ice melts Maybe it will turn to wine And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books They started wearing ones and zeros looking more and more like crooks They stole the sunlight from the future, took a sip Drank half the glass and put it back A lot of people like to have a feast, not so many can stomach the killing A lot of traffic on the streets, so who's really doing all the drilling? Keep on filling what can never be full My imaginations got a hole in it There's this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life I dont mind, I dont mind, I dont mind There's this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
Writer(s): Jack Hody Johnson, Adam Topol, Merlo Podlewski, Zachary Dylan Gill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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