we tumble down
our fur is sold
the children never sleep
we never close
no one knows
why the moonshine never gets above the fence line
and the floodlights point to signs
on the ground
all our shoes are old
seclusion can't be found
and instruction comes in sound waves
and we tear each other
underneath the cover of the judges
we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream
from crystal bowls
they drink your wine
they spill it on the floor
they're coming back for more
and some will drown
and some will take you back
to the cage you're always crying for
yep
we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream
copyright 2011 jamie luhn
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