Give Us Back Some Mystery

Meet us at the feet of the antenna
Bring your spells and bolt cutters for posterity
I've got smoke bombs and a friend who drives
All this loneliness—it ends tonight

Heaven is a postcard

If we get split up, just run home
If you get picked up, just run the contingency
If they ask you anything, bite down hard on the pill and sing

Heaven is a postcard
Heaven is a slow car
The devil's in your inbox
And the future's gone too far

Give us back some mystery—no one else has earned it
Give us back our history—no one else deserves it
Give us back our fluency in projected yearning
Do us this one courtesy and keep the world from burning

You don't need a phone
You fall in loves with your eyes
We're the normal ones
We're the normal guys



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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