Don't worry bout one thing. Don't worry bout nothing. She said I'm not gonna let this one go. Nobody's on my side. Nobody seems to see. How much, how deep, how far these can be.
Tickles to the touch of gold. Fickle as a two year old. With the attention span of a schitzophrenic man. Chorus. Everybody wants to speak. The competition's very steep.
Chorus. Slowly burning. The slow burn of this planet's turning. Here we are praying to the dog star. In god's we've trusted. All the meanings of our lives.