Something Corporate has been on repeat for days...
"Good News"
She's trapped inside her room
with reruns on the screen
old books and movies
but she can't help thinking
I'm torn between myself,
my radio, my friends
I want to write this one off over and over and over again.
And then she looked at me to scream
"my castles are falling"
but I can't look into the street
without everything changing.
I want to read good news
I want to be innocent again
I want to read good news
but nothing good is happening.
She waits all day
she stands a stranger in her skin
she moves the science with her hands
She lines her walls with every paper she can see
these words consume her but they never set her free.
And then she looked at me to scream
"my castles are falling"
and I can't look into the street
without everything changing.
I want to read good news
I want to be innocent again
I want to read good news
but nothing good is happening
I want to read good news
I want to be a little kid again
I want to read good news
but nothing good is happening
I want to read good news
I want to go to sleep at night again
I want to read good news
but nothing good is happening