It's Not This City, It's The Boundaries We've Created
It's Not This City, It's The Boundaries We've Created
Hanging from concrete trees
Shooting the breeze
Thinking is hard to do
With this juggernaut named brainfreeze
Swept up from the pathways
And carried along by a glasshouse wind
Thinking is hard to do
Thinking is hard to do of me and of you
And so we wrap ourselves up
In our cottonball briefcases
And default to the life, clutch the sugared straw
That independent thought otherwise erases
Travelling down the glittered gutter
And carried along to the majority beat
Thinking is hard to do
Thinking is hard to do of me and of you
It's only in a hidden frame where you're free to feel
Free to be free, free to be me feeling you
Free to skim the players playing cool
The players on this stage who think they wrote the rules
All the lying fancy charms, fancy fronts
Fancy lambs in wolves skins
Won't cun us from our fixed monochrome
We can't face ourselves in these moments alone
We don't look out or in
But doggedly race what we cannot win
I've got to be sure to prove the love that I choose
But first I must be free to skim my kin.