Use your intuition It's all you got Keys are red and there's a dozen locks Standing in your way So goes the gold age Your tired life Digging for a way, you cast a spell Carve a path from all the things they sell But they don't let go Just thought you should know Keep away.... I know I know That nothing is simple So let to mine girl Straight down the runway Does one want to Get more used to The mall and misery The dead amounts it costs to be alive Your lives are burning from the budding coals If only to learn what you've never been told That there's a real world And somewhere a good girl Lives and breathes Part of hoping, the callow mind Idle still in the morning tide Though it's a dark time And this is your dark mind Feel your heart.... I know what I know would not fill a thimble so let to mine girl straight down the runway Does one want to get more used to The mall and misery the dead amounts it costs to be alive...