Technology is a dead bird

Just let me love
Let me be
Here on the floor
Flying eastward to the shore
Knowing that the stars won't last in the sky
I took you to a prison cell
You were afraid that I could tell
And on a train we met a friend
Who showed us that we should pretend

(I need to be myself again, I know precisely when it is time to be the actor
It is amusing when everything is confusing
Let it be in on the joke the world is afraid to admit
Or ashamed to confess or, alternatively, eager to expose
How is it that I am all of the above?
There's got to be more than denial and trust
Empty bottles are starting to feel less fun, and the dizziness is deceiving)

Technology
Is a dead bird
In your hands

Technology
Is a dead bird
In your hands

We could live in a dream
(This isn't any time or place to be)
Where is my liberty?
(This isn't any time or place to be)
Buried under a tree
(This isn't any time or place to)
Where is my liberty?
(This isn't any time or place to be)

(Everyone of us is in our wonder years
Wishing we were just one year younger
I, I need to get over myself
I'm going to end up on top of a mountain one of these days
If I make it long enough
Sometimes I just want to drift away into outer space.)

We could live in a dream
(This isn't any time or place to be)
Where is my liberty?
(This isn't any time or place to be)
Buried under a tree
(This isn't any time or place to)
Where is my liberty?
(This isn't any time or place to be)