Do you remember when
The sound designer said to me
I just want to be
High all the time
And I said to them
I just want to be
Thinking how everything‘s perfectly wrong
While playing arpeggios ever so quietly

A couple boys with voices
Somewhere in the landscape
The pushcart poet gave them their choices
Politics or romance
Now everything is perfect
And everything is wrong
And everything's apparently written in stone as they cry out like zombies
With their opposite answers

Do you remember when
We said "Maybe this is dead
This music we have made
This room that we have filled with beasts
Shouting at each other‘s faces"
Oh, fuck another word
Fuck another bluebird
Everything is perfectly wrong
Fuck another sacrificial song laid out like a snake getting eaten by
Our children in the sun

Desperate sadness for no reason will overcome sometimes
When everything is perfect and
Everything is wrong
And then everything is coming up sunshine
You‘ll be fine
You‘ll be fine
Alongside the love of an actual life
Along for the ride of an actual lifetime

So please take me dancing in Mexico City
Where desperate sadness for no reason overcomes me
And everything is perfect and perfectly wrong
And then desperate sadness for no reason moves along
It is good to move on
Have many lives and
Shed your skin and
Sing
But I could use a spirit that just hangs out on my shoulder
Just to whisper in my ear that it's okay to just get older
Yeah it's okay to do this
Yeah it's okay to do this
Yeah it's okay to do this
This way