lyrics
Tomorrow, we walk with hands as one.
We, being unoccupied, sleep afternoons.
Tomorrow, we redefine "fun."
We, losing concentration, stare into the sun.
Tomorrow, we forget to know wrong.
We, boiling in the heat, forget to be cold,
when we grow old.
Melting like a cat caught in the corona of a star
that's so bright I can't see,
I'll liquefy under the pressure of the biggest skies.
Tomorrow, we sublimate into the air.
Tomorrow, we find the we don't care.
We, being like hydrogen, combust and disappear.
Tomorrow, we can reinvent the Right.
We, being blank paper, into airplanes fold,
when we grow old.
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from
7 Songs,
released August 3, 2006
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