On the weekend
Lets clean those scratches on your floor
Pick up the peices
Cause you are not you anymore
Tell your god
Strike it's lighting through my veins
I need faith
Or a bullet through my brain
In another life
I watch birds for a living
I write books outside the city
I grow moss and plants within me
(who am i to you? who are you to me?)
In another life
I shop for planets for a living
In a lab i grow my feelings
When im sad i know the meaning
(who am i to you? who are you to me?)
Tell your god
Strike it's lighting through my veins
I need faith
Or a bullet through my brain
