Here, Now
Bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
Bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
Bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
Bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
Bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
Saw the death of the guitar
Saw it fleeting from the radar
We got bright celestial skies
With wild wild staring eyes
An industry of irony
Constructed drums, fake poetry
We got shining, glowing moons
And colourful balloons
And even with the things we've got
Making it's still a longshot
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Jacob Parsons
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