AMERICA’S DREAM
My muse wants to die and she don’t know why
She wants to go to heaven in a rocket ship
And say: “la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la”
So I’ll try and stop her, wish I may, wish I might
I’ll try and make a deal with the devil tonight
And say: “la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la”
She taught me that life was avoidable
And in the end my love was expendable
She’s going home, she’s going home
She’s going home, and I’m alone
I found a piece of America’s dream
It was smaller than I thought and not quite what it seemed
It went: “la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la”
So I gave it away and it came right back
A bit worse for the wear, a slightly darker shade of black
It went: “la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la”
Piece by piece it buried itself in me
And in the end I was so very happy
To be alive, to be alive
To be alive, and all alone
Rapture never felt to empty, I must have gone wrong somewhere
(This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, when did you and I become we?)
Cause all around the walls fall down, but I’m just too tired to care
(This is where it has to end, because now we have become them)
So grab another drink and come sit next to me
We’ll drink till we’re sick and we’ll sing out of key
Singing: “la la la la la”
Rapture never felt so empty I think I know what went wrong
(This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, this is not who I wanted to be)
I thought I’d had a revelation but it was just another song
(But I guess I’ll sing along, after all it’s just another song)
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