Born in the year of OxyContin raised
In the tall grass
Teen millionaire having nightmares
From the camera flash
Now I'm alone on a windswept island Caught
In the complex divorce of the seasons
Won't take the call if it's the label
Or the radio
Arm in a cast at the museum gala fork
In my purse to take home to my mother
Supermodels all dancing
Round a pharaoh's tomb
Now if you're looking for a savior
Well that's not me
You need someone to take your pain for you?
Well, that's not me
'Cause we're all broken and sad
Where arе the dreams that we had?
Can't find thе dreams that we had
Ah, ah, ah
Let's hope the sun will show us the pa__a__th
Let's hope the sun will show us the pa__a__th
Let's hope the sun will show us the path
Savior is not me
I just hope the sun will show us the path
Savior is not me
I just hope the sun will show us the pa__a__th
Path, path