Claire

Look down at the concrete, see my shoes so paper thin
The cracks lining the way, afraid that I might just slip in
With no one else around, croaking frogs, the hollow sound,
And the bittersweet harmonies

Have you walked into the rain
Embracing the shadows of your brain
Tight grips on reality so the fantasy can't escape
And no amount of fun keeps the clocks from the rising sun
Constantly with you to the ground

I stumble in the city, with some people crass and dim
There's a congress writing papers listing tradition as a sin.
And the pigs gather round,
Their greedy snouts hitting the ground
And a butcher to lead them straight to hell

Have you walked into the rain
Embracing the shadows of your brain
Tight grips on reality so the fantasy can't escape
And no amount of fun keeps the clocks from the rising sun
Constantly with you to the ground

Here's to the superior minds that lead us to our death
And our desire
Oh Claire, won't you take me higher
And let's assemble the tools we need to reach the grazing heard
but the poor sheep don't know the difference between good
And ba a a aaad.

Listen, or the convoy that's rolling down the road
As their shouting doubt out the window, use it as fuel (as fuel)
Soon, another sheriff will be running the town
But not me, I'll just be chilling in the background (background)

Claire, did you care
Claire, was I fair