From the recording The Basement Series
Lyrics
Everything was going so well
And then we showed up
We brought our plans to fix it
The world was not enough
Clear my head, these distractions
They make it hard for me to see
They make it hard to listen
Wipe the field, entry hazards
Can we defog our cloudy minds
And get to something better?
Everything is going to hell
Now that we've messed up
We need some plans to fix this
Old ways are not enough
When I walk outside
It's hard to breathe
The skyline is disappearing
Right in front of me
Clear my head, these distractions
They make it hard for me to see
They make it hard to listen
Wipe the field, entry hazards
Can we defog our cloudy minds
And get to something better?
Wake me up when it's starting
I want to see this for myself
I want to know for certain
Feel the sun on our old skin
We need a brand new way to live
We need some fresh perspective