[Verse 1: Lorde]
Seems to rise within pinpoint underpinned
Divided into a piece of mind that's prescribed for a later time
Guess who's right yeah and no one proves
Listening for proof you cannot use

[Verse 2: Lorde]
Despondents intertwined in that moment unrealized
From hindsight it all comes clear passing through so insincere
Irrelevant to any gaze conceived to judge from older age

[Outro: Lorde]
Intended to serve us, no love questioned from
Those that hide, so hide wants to ask, why at all, so small