Routine Movements - Accents

We’re all victims of bitterness

The age is plagued with discontent

And when we meet youth, we never wait

We’re neither young nor innocent

We’re not as lost as we pretend

Our conversations are a rush of air

We only breathe well half the time

Imagination’s a leaking tap

Left to dry up like the Rhine

We can swim or we can die

God knows your head just isn’t big enough for two

You get motion sick from chasing tails

God knows your television feeds right off of you

But it feels like nothing else is alive

It’s all routine

Sometimes I feel you in my mind

You always look before you leap

That’s why my eyes follow you

It’s like you’ve found a place to be

A place to fall, a place to leap

Where all our movements aren’t routine