Last night I walked a thousand miles and we paced these city streets till sunrise on Saturday morning and these rooftop heights betray if for a moment a thousand dreams we never dared to speak
Last night I got a bit suspicious and found sand beneath the street and histories carried within ourselves we screamed manifesto stories across the skyline and for seven hours left all deceit behind So this is what it feels like beyond comfortable majorities beyond scripted experiences and managed hearts So this is what it feels like We'll take our poetry from tomorrow, spent decades underwater but we're coming up for air It'll be okay
We'll trade our guns for armed desires and the shackles ‘round our hearts for love affairs subversive as pipe bombs We'll get lost in crowded shows and in the bedlam find those perfect memories that never die
God help us when we wake tomorrow if the streets have been swept clean and our echoes just drone into the traffic Well we've heard this scam we're in has got no future but tonight it tastes more durable than death So this is what it feels like beyond comfortable majorities beyond scripted experiences and managed hearts So this is what it feels like We'll take our poetry from tomorrow, spent decades underwater but we're coming up for air This is bigger than ourselves