True

If we're still pretending
That the world is all ending outside
Then there are a few things that
I have no reason to hide

I cannot keep pretending I am one of you
Two thousand years ago you'd see me too
I am nothing but a plant designated for a body
The kingdom of our heaven is at hand

What does that mean you ask
I cannot tell you
I only see blue
Space, moon, deep, true

I am still of the world
I need to break through
It is so clear to me that now I need to shake you



Credits
Writer(s): Dana Stinson, Clifford Smith
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