The plastic constellations

Iron city jungles

The plastic constellations
We are coming down, delivered safe by the sound
We are coming down, we got our head in the clouds
Our hearts in the sound
Life's too short to not get down, to find a secret and live it out loud
To take what's lost and make it found
We got our heads in the clouds, please lead us safely around


We won't believe, why you don't wake up free
With your heart on your sleeves, and your mouth on a drink

From the porch to the backseat, we can agree
There's no point in relaxing when you can still breathe
With the force of a backbeat, we'll run the streets
If you swear you'll be happy, and you can agree
That we are free
It started with the four of us
Then we can believe
And a pocketful of choruses

That we're all down for whatever's in store tonight
We'll shake this town on to one side
The freeways will all unwind
And we won't fall in line

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