Cross the breezes done in ink 
Down across the risk of thinking, ah 
It's precisely those who can 
Who should be doing something else 

Little herd, nothing to d... 
Tell me which side's which again 
... 
Come in colors we refuse to see 

Dirty world 
Look away 
Turn the page 
Let's hang up 
On what we're not 
They're not us 
It can't hurt like it would to us 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry 

Cherries, almonds, dates and apricots 
Mesmerized, call these dream geometries 
Honey falls, ghastly slaughter fields 
Roll the window up 
The ... has come to take their breath away 
Breath away 

Dirty world 
Look away 
Turn the page 
Let's hang up 
On what we're not and what we'll never be 
It can't hurt like it would us 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry 
Is this where I'm supposed to cry