Well I feel we're tourists here
And I fear that we'll bear the brunt of a lot of ignorant fools
I'll lose my way through these fields of my formative years

I said cheers for all of your lectures on the one true cause
As I vague my way through the blue abandoned pause


Honey there's a way to your words
And it burns all the skin from my bones
And lightning out of my eyes starts fires on stars turn them all off and

My formative years are just spent here making all this
Irrelevant noise
As it disappears in the blue abandoned pause


Falling on my head


And this coat in my arms belongs to the ones I wish to warm in my heart
Yeah I'll start with you, put it on dear
And these wasted years I fear that we'll bear no children and

All the fruit of our loins will spread
Like dust through this dust bowl of
My formative years are just spent here listening to your irrelevant lies

As they make their way through a blue abandoned sky

Falling on my head

The sky
Falling on my head
The sky

Falling on my head
The sky