When were lovers best of friends not fighters
song birds singing for themselves to pretend
they are not ours, instead the world is theirs.
When the world is owned by power or greed
I will never know, I wont see where the bill does go
whos paying the power bill and who shut off the water .
Who's the original tenant, and whos moving in later

I zoom out of my head for one second
but all I see is us dwarfed by the sun