We can sit and pick the days apart
Never really accomplishing much
Play dead and wait for the sun to burn out

We can wait for the day to come
When everything is so perfect
The time will come but not in this life


We are the mold growing on the planet
So brush us off before we grow strong

We've owned the world or so we thought
'til the sky fell down and the floor began to rock


We are but mortal, immoral, but not immortal, oh no
We are but mortal, immoral, but not immortal, oh no


You can bide your time and trace a map
Remind yourself of full collapse
Either way we're looking towards the sun

Building a house made of straw
Water always seeps through the door
This house if flooded i say we run


We are the mold growing on the planet
So brush us off before we grow strong

We've owned the world or so we thought
'til the sky fell down and the floor began to rock


We are but mortal, immoral, but not immortal, oh no
We are but mortal, immoral, but not immortal, oh no


We share this notion [tonight] that the sky above our head is an ocean

We can wait for the day to come

when everything is so perfect
the time will come but not in this life