Lyrics

You're the kind of dream A song with no strings You could write it all down And its function remains to be seen You work an awful lot for just a little And I ask you what it means to be free To be You could spend the rest of your short life on it Breathing impossible air We don't talk about it But when we talk about it You know it's all we talk about And you let go Whatever it means to you Putting your weapons down Taking your armor off