Where did we go?
All of these maps feel so unknown
And the maker didn't chart a way for us to get home
But was it even ever there at all?
The sky opens up
Collecting what is left of us
Leave all the lights on when you go
But don't say that a human sacrifice was made
We buy our own mythologies of everybody else
I don't believe it
But I love the story and the way you sell it
Just like everyone else did
All those men of genius
All these songs have countless meanings
Because I'm terrible at decisions on my own
The sky opens up
Collecting what is left of us
Leave all the lights on when you go
But don't say that a human sacrifice was made
We buy our own mythologies of everybody else