You're something magical
Defeat the beautiful
It's always like an endless stream of consciousness
We tell until we're told
We sell until we're sold
It's always lurking in the background after all
Every time I come around I feel the consequence
Turn it down to live your life
I feel the consequence
I dreamt of fallen skies
Enough to realise
I'm just a grain of sand that's fallen from your hand
We tell until we're told
We sell until we're sold
It's always lurking in the background after all
Every time I come around I feel the consequences
Turn it down to live your life
I feel the consequence