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You know your mum asked me if I'd marry you,

Before asking if she should invest in fossil fuels,

The two conversations pretty well went the same,

Short the stock if the demand's going away.

It takes a lot of windmills,

To light the cities at night,

Lighting hopeful faces,

It's just a little bright,

It's just a little bright,

It's just a little bright.

 

You don't need me to tell you,

The difference between being scared and being afraid,

You’re made, you know, your dad told you,

You’ve barely got a bad trait.

It's hid beneath the plant-pot,

But the plant-pot's locked away,

I'd lend it if I had one,

But the sky's a little grey,

The sky's a little grey,

The sky's a little grey.

 

Your life's like a repeating day,

A conspiracy of lies can't reveal a truth,

It's true that you wasted your young years,

You don't have to waste your youth.

I don't know much about movement,

And I don't know much about light,

But from this frame of reference,

The curtains will block the time,

The curtains will block the time,

The curtains will block the time.