2011

It was surreal, beautiful, maybe illegal.
But I know angels who have broken laws,
And take a look at their halos, they're brighter than ours.
I'm not God, and neither are you,
So how would we know what he'd have us do?

There is beauty in falling from your grace,
There's a thrill in leaving your safe space.
Go out now, and teach the stars to sing.
This is our way, these are life's finer things.
How are you to find them if you always hide,
Buried underneath like you've already died?

Go stare at the sun, and run through the halls.
Life is not worth living if you haven't seen it all.
Fly off to Spain, or to Moulin Rouge.
Set out to find it if you don't know the truth.

There's right in wrong, though we don't like to say it,
There are forgotten tapes, though we don't like to play them.
There is beauty in falling from your grace,
There's a thrill in leaving your safe space.
Go out now, and teach the stars to sing.
This is our way, these are life's finer things.
How are you to find them if you always hide?
You've been asleep for years, but now is your time.