Please excuse my point of view
And allow me to intrude
I have given up on what i thought i knew
And our ignorance is bliss
So we're hiding out in it
And i guess it doesn't matter what we've missed

Would it scare you away if i was 65 feet tall?
Would it make you afraid if there was nothing left at all?
Nothing left at all

Its nearly impossible
Highly improbable
But not hopeless

We are swallowed up in it
And its neither here nor there
So it makes no sense that anyone would care
And it feels like innocence
When you chose not to resist
We fulfill our needs at everyone's expense

Would it scare you away if i was 65 feet tall?
Would it make you afraid if there was nothing left at all?
Nothing left at all
Its nearly impossible
Highly improbable
But not hopeless

Its nearly impossible
Highly improbable
But not hopeless

Its nearly impossible
Highly improbable
But not hopeless