
(The surrealists were just)
Nihilists with good imaginationsI am satisfied
Hiding in our friend's apartment
Only leaving once a day
To buy some groceries
Daylight, I'm so absent minded
Nighttime meeting new anxietiesSo am I erasing myself?
Hope I'm not erasing myself
I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god
But which one, which one do I choose?All the churches fill with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mindAnd forget all of the beauty's wasted
Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasantWe fell back to earth like gravity's bitches(Physics makes us all its bitches)
I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
From patterns your parents designedAll the party people dancing for the indie star
But he's the worst faker by far
But in the set, I forget all of the beauty's wastedI guess it would be niceShow me that things can be niceI guess it would be niceShow me that things can be niceYou've got my back in the city
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panicYou've got my back in the city
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic