Modern World

There is a lie
That traces the spine
Of some suburban
Telephone line
What I'm meant
To rely upon
Revealed to be
Sand, not stone

Don't ask! Don't ask!
Don't ask me how it feels
The same as any other fear

It's an immature modern world
A promise that was made to her
An immature modern world
A promise that was made
It's an immature modern world
The same thing that she's always heard
An immature modern world
A promise that was made (hey hey hey!)

So this is what
You leave behind
Every day
Some new consolation prize
What I've heard
My whole life long
From the grave
The same old song

Don't ask! Don't ask!
Don't ask me how it feels
The same as any other fear

(Don't ask! Don't ask!
Don't ask me how it feels!
Don't ask! Don't ask!
Don't ask me how it feels!
Hey hey!)

It's an immature modern world
A promise that was made to her
Another cheap old lie conceived
To keep her under lock and key
It's an immature modern world
Waiting like Faith said we would
An immature modern world
A promise that was made

A promise that was made!



Credits
Writer(s): Phoebe Collins
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