I looked it up, I dug up all the bones

And made a message from the monotones

A level crossing, a different kind of plan

Line up to see the preacher man

Tell you a secret and send you on your way

Sit and think about the mockingjay

This is everything, this is a tome

Keep moving to the metronome

After everything the pressure fades

After everything the mess is made

Junk and stuff will fry

Our love will never die

Still got to try

I feel the same, I feel it all before

Nothing happens on the count to four

‘Can it’ and move me, I’m begging you to move me

A lethal ether, Ibiza

I think I love it, it’s more than just a hunch

Next thing you know I’m gonna lose my lunch

Love is the answer or maybe it’s to spare

Brain is melting like a polar bear

After everything the pressure fades

After everything the mess is made

Junk and stuff will fry

Our love will never die

Still got to try