Silly dreams of libertines
Sending envelopes for lonely hearts of dreamers
Sight to the God's door
Marked as till called for
Simple plans
Colored vans
Going nowhere
For some uncertain reason
Right to the God's door
Marked as till called for
Like a flower
Growing homeless
Growing homeless
Taking power
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Hungry wolfs
Watching roads
Blessing strangers for pointless search of shelter
They know what we know
They smell what we've lost
Shared lofts
Choosing doors
And while we call ourselves rare species
The post office has closed
This show made his host
Leave
Like a flower
Growing homeless
Growing homeless
Taking power
Going nowhere
Going nowhere