Weak knees, easy to please, butterflies, apostrophes
All the things that used to be possibilities
World peace, war cease, cure for cancer and our needs
All the things that used to be possibilities
Hold on tight, knuckles white, it's real
Stay inside, draw the blinds and kneel
America, where dreams go to die
In the bed of a truck, southbound I-95
Sunlight, there's no sunlight
Just flame on the horizon line
America, once the home of the brave
Holds a gun to your back and tells you you're safe
Sunlight, there's no sunlight
Just flame on the horizon line
Pipelines, groping light, tiki torches, white lines
Nightmares normalized, close your eyes
All news, bad news, whole lies, half-truths
Nightmares coming true, they're coming for you
Hold on tight, knuckles white, it's real
Stay inside, draw the blinds and kneel
America, where dreams go to die
In the bed of a truck, southbound I-95
Sunlight, there's no sunlight
Just flame on the horizon line
America, once the home of the brave
Holds a gun to your back and tells you you're safe
Sunlight, there's no sunlight
Just flame on the horizon line
Waiting for love in a world that puts walls up
Waiting for trust, there's no secrets anymore
America can't take us alive
Pull the knives from our backs, throw our debt in the fire
Sunlight, there's some sunlight
Breaking the horizon line
America, like the crest of a wave
Diving under the swell and we're coming up safe
Sunlight, there's some sunlight
Breaking the horizon line
