Strange Harm From Electric Fans

I know you've heard about me
From down your family tree
Of which you'll never be free
I know you've heard about me

Forces the way that you sleep
Locked up in the summer heat
When there's no cars in the street
Forces the way that you sleep

Sitting on the edge of the unknown
Of which you can't disprove, so I've grown

Rules we follow and we don't know why
Consequence we'll never know
I would love to learn, to understand
What is it that strange and why that
Rules we follow and we don't know why
Consequence we'll never know
I would love to learn, to understand
What is it that strange and why that is

You know you're lucky young one
To leave the fan running on
So quickly you'd have been gone
You know you're lucky young one
Sitting on the edge of the unknown
Of which you can't disprove, so I've grown
All these ticks we don't know we own
Hang round our neck, our proud millstone

Rules we follow and we don't know why
Consequence we'll never know
I would love to learn, to understand
What is it that strange and why that
Rules we follow and we don't know why
Consequence we'll never know
I would love to learn, to understand
What is it that strange and why that is



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Upchurch
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