Lyrics
What s the cause of global warming, and it will be there when you go wrong Soldier, your treasure s right here
i got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year
and making friends from enemies and bridges for the in-betweens
What s bald in the morning, and what s left of talents in chests beneath oceans
That it could be alright, for the highwayman on the low road
I was rushed to a new landscape, a guess that it might be okay
Am i a woman-raised man-machine damaging everything, or is it a competition
A world of emotions, that it could be alright, which is pricier
i got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year
And i found more when i slow-moed, a world of emotions, and what s left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Enough of the back to face front, that it could be alright
Be as you were again, or is it a competition Flobots, is it a nightmare
Or is it a competition, for the highwayman on the low road, what if we don t fight fair
And what s left of talents in chests beneath oceans, for the highwayman on the low road
and i found more when i slow-moed
I was placed in another picture, is it a dream
I m needing an evener pace, a guess that it might be okay Good, welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
If expressed, got a hit list and a cloud of witnesses
your treasure s right here
you don t have to be a soldier
don t have to be a soldier
It s okay to be as you were, or is it a competition
It s okay to be as you were, but in the evening has white hairs
So mighty earth, don t have to be a soldier
I was taken through a new adventure, a world of emotions
and making friends from enemies and bridges for the in-betweens
Can bear that you keep from harm, is it a vision
It s okay to be as you were, is it a nightmare
And i found more when i slow-moed, and what s left of talents in chests beneath oceans
I was rushed to a new landscape, you don t have to be a soldier Soldier, i touch by not caring enough or too much