6.Irrelevant Noise
Well I feel we're tourists here
And I fear ｜｜ that we'll bear the brunt of ｜｜ a lot of ignorant
fools
I'll lose ｜｜ my way through these fields of ｜｜ my formative years
I said cheers for all of your ｜｜ lectures on the one true cause
As I vague my way ｜｜ through the blue abandoned pause
Honey there's a way to your words ｜｜ and it burns ｜｜ all the skin
from my bones
And lightning out of my eyes ｜｜ starts fires ｜｜ on stars, turn
them all off
My formative years ｜｜ are just spent here making all this
Irrelevant noise
As it disappears ｜｜ in the blue abandoned pause
Falling on my head
And this coat in my arms ｜｜ belongs to the ones I wish to ｜｜ warm
in my heart
I'll start with you ｜｜ put it on my dear
And these wasted years I fear ｜｜ we'll bear no children
And all the fruit of our loins will spread ｜｜ like dust through
this dust bowl of ｜｜ my formative years
Are just spent here listening to your ｜｜ irrelevant lies
As they make their way ｜｜ through a blue abandoned sky
Falling on my head
Sky
Falling on my head
The sky
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