Under the Garden

On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun
 In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone
 You're totally oblivious to world poverty
 Not affected by the millions that you don't see
 And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather
 Although we never look each other in the eye
 We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said
 We all sound fucking crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed
 In a moment you will tell us of your own personal hell
 I'm starting to believe that everyone is for themselves
 We really don't have an eternity to make our dreams come true
 But thinking for tomorrow isn't in you
 On my way down to the city I was looking out the window
 At some point you learned to look the other way
 We're so desperate it's dangerous, we basically have lost our heads
 Responsible for nothing but taking credit where ever we can
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 And so we live under the garden where we can hide
 And not smell the dregs of earth
 Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt
 And so we live under the garden where we can hide
 And not smell the dregs of earth
 Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt