Shock And Value - Listener

It adds up spending a lifetime chasing shadows around

Trying to change where the sun comes from

Tracking dots on a screen, that could just be birds

Or some one or thing that wants to come in to your home

And live there instead of you

You’ve got panic in your eyes, and in your mind

Built like the columns in the sky you made for us all to climb on

But that all got pulled down, and you had to watch it

Digging more holes to pay for your principles

That just get filled up, it got too much to take in

This, this this

Is this what you thought it would be, wanted it to be?

Made it all up in your mind about it

Is this where you thought it would go?

One too many times taken away without anybody caring

It was all too early alone in your hotel room

Letting that broken heart guide you

It’s only showing you more of what you’ve been having

Behind your door on the 33rd story

The only friends on your side are the birds on your window

Not the ones that want to take everything you’ve made

And use it for their own

And tell you nothing you wanted to make made sense

Do you want to tear the world apart or the one inside of you

This, this this

Is this what you thought it would be, wanted it to be?

Made it all up in your mind about it

Is this where you thought it would go?

The interchange

The currents on your fingernails

The energy in the sky

Where everyone can see

Traced over and over above the trees

And inside of them

The birds that fly free

And the ones that stay

They’re made the same

But what makes them brave?

I think it’s struggle

Pacing over above the trees and on them

The towers, the gravity of it

The walls that get built out of necessity

Or to rip the world apart

And make a space by cutting out the trees all around them

The burden of being connected

The risk of failure and no reward

Sit down, be slow, where else can you go?

It won’t erase all the places you’ve come from

Is this what you thought it would be?

Cruel world, in the hands of so few

Where everyone can be of use

You want gold?

You can have it

Dig in the ground, and question

Ask questions

You’re made of the same things

You’re going into that same ground

Is this what you wanted it to be?

Giving ‘em both barrels

Whatever it takes

And picking up the pieces later

Fighting to come alive

Wanting to want

To fix what’s broke

A ghost living inside

Of broken rusty skin

This!

Is this the way you thought it would go?

Still good, mostly new

With a brilliant love to give inside

With nothing to hide

Dozens have failed

I dare you to try

Getting it all out

Leaving it all behind

It’s hard to believe it’s killing you

But it’s killing you

Is this what you thought it would be?