You Have Too Much Faith In Us Testo

put your hand on my knee, my thigh, my heart, my mouth.put you in me, come hell or high-water.
and Sunday, some day, we'll look back and laugh
come hell or high-water.
right?
the future always looks good in the golden land;
they say it's because no one remembers the past, but there's more:
we've got blackout policies' losing languages in record time'
all busy running around, not looking each other in the eye.
so we try some optimism, pen some slogans for better days:
'talk hard,' 'live fast,' and 'don't stop, don't ever stop.'
we've reached a turning point
comfortably numb, i'm not all that comfortable with it.
we're on the verge of something, somebody must feel this, we're all on the verge of something.
we're hedging our bets, and I'm leaving town for the fireworks.
soon it will hit us like a summer storm.
so please bring me away:
to call home while its happening across the high wire act,
thick and blocking out the things i was promised when i was young enough to believe in things like believing in things.
i want to call home and tell them all:
We're On Our Way.
there were wires, and these are wires
thick and black and let's rip them down and stuff them in our mouths and laugh.
god, you have too much faith in us.
physics don't allow for this much tilt
without the fall