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.


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