What is this, our design?
Telephones and power lines?
Have we lost ourselves
Have we lost ourselves?
Roll over in my sheets
Just one of many weeks
Gaze out at crimson sky
I promise one day I will fly
Grounded
I’ve been grounded
Grounded
So lost I’ve found it
Friends with my TV
Out there is the enemy
Tell me something’s got to give
Running is no way to live
And I cover my ears
Lock away all my fears
With a tiny golden key
This will be the end of me
Grounded
I’ve been grounded
Grounded
So lost I’ve found it
As I sit and sing this song
Took you for granted all along
Pack my bags and go outside
To your gentle arms I fly
I fly
I fly
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