Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

5.17.2012

This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever. Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout. Wave your hands, make it rain. For stars will rise again. The youth is starting to change. Are you starting to change? Are you? Together, together, together, together, together, together, together. In a couple of years tides have turned from booze to tears, and in spite of the weather. We could learn to make it together.

The Youth - MGMT