ride with me through the skies
on this magic carpet of grass
throw these bottles of cash
straight into the river
cos' we don't need no wealth
this money won't buy us our rest
and where would that be?
in the dirt, i guess
where there'll be no stars
so treasure this right now
remember these constellations
like we know what they are
we don't know what they're called
we just know that they're ours
and we think that it's love
like our other mistakes
and we think we're in love
with the boys, the girls, the lies
we just do what we want
'til we know what we need
we don't know what we need
as reckless as we seem:
kids, they want to be freed.