I think it's my friend Or is it a thief You ain't been discreet This ain't a new theme Mistakes crack open the fruit I birthed a thousand trees
I can't see who's hiding in the weeds I think he's my friend, he could be a thief You ain't being discrete I'm out on the street again
Heaven is an island that's not far away from here Right behind both of my eyelids, in between both of my ears Natural forces keep on smiling casting spells made out of tears A charming man who goes the distance tries to be a puppeteer Tries to control every motion, has to always interfere Baby let it go, let it go
Once in a lifetime, it's radical Sparks fly, irrational Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational
Don't let it go if you think you have it Don't let it go, hold it with a passion Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions Even though it's got you hoping that it's magic
I'm under a spell, with tunnel visions Nobody to help these superstitions It's hard to tell, nobody listens
I can't see who's hiding in the weeds I think he's my friend, he could be a thief You ain't being discrete I'm out on the street again
Park that car Drop that phone Sleep on the floor Dream about me
Once in a lifetime, it's radical Sparks fly, irrational Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational
Don't let it go if you think you have it Don't let it go, hold it with a passion Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions Even though it's got you hoping that it's magic
Compositores: James Shaw, Charles Ivan Jay Spearin, Brendan Canning (Broken Social Scene), John Crossingham, Justin Peroff (Broken Social Scene), Kevin Drew, Emily Haines, Jessica Moss, Clifford F Simpson, Chaz Bear, Joshuah Melnick, Jason Krag ECAD: Obra #44967851