All the thoughts you send into the world they don't go
unheard
They get caught in the webs
And stuck up in the earth
You can't change everything
So you resign to sing
And you sing
All the thoughts you send into the room don't always go
unheard
We are powerful things
With only ugly words
The old gods sing to me
"With power comes responsibility"
And i still cry easily over those little things
And the pain bears down to the center of me
And the pain bears down right to my seam
All the thoughts you send into the sky
They spin your head
You're riding the edge of living and the dead
Hanging in the in between
We're living dangerously
Like something that you never seen
Oh! A fucking beauty queen!
The pain bears down to the center of me
The pain bears down right to my seam
The rain keeps pouring down over all our dreams
The beauty in between
