Lyrics
We're doomed to fate so we're told
We are told that we are destined to fate.
We live to die when we get old
Our purpose is to live until old age and experience death.
Being born was a lottery but
Life is like a lottery at birth.
I didn't buy my ticket and
The singer did not actively choose to be born.
Where are the things they promised
Questioning the unfulfilled promises made about progress.
When they said that we made progress
Reflecting on the difficulty of change.
Now and then the change gets hard for me and
Change is challenging for the singer.
I don't think that I can continue so
Expressing doubt about the ability to continue.
We'll build a house with a rope swing
Imagining building a house with a rope swing.
Hanging from the branch off the front yard tree
The rope swing hangs from a tree in the front yard.
Watching sticks they fall in the grass green
Observing sticks falling in the green grass.
I don't wanna be
Not wanting to be anyone, emphasizing individuality.
I don't wanna be
-Anyone
-I'll leave the light on when you're gone
Commitment to leaving the light on, even during absence and work.
Even when you're working into the dawn
-Laying out the bricks on the front lawn
-I just wanna be
Expressing a desire to simply be oneself.
I just wanna be
-Anyone
-How long have we been starving
Reflecting on prolonged suffering.
While we watch our future char and burn
Watching the future burn metaphorically.
In the wake of an avalanche
Feeling buried beneath the surface in the aftermath of a crisis.
We're somewhere underneath the surface
-No more can we see Zion
Unable to see a better future, possibly a reference to a lost paradise.
When we find that hill to die on
Finding a hill to metaphorically die on.
Down the street there's a beautiful view
A beautiful view exists, but the singer chooses not to see it.
But I don't want to see it so
-We'll build a house with a rope swing
Repetition of the desire to build a house with a rope swing and to simply be oneself.
Hanging from the branch off the front yard tree
-Watching sticks they fall in the grass green
-I don't wanna be
-I don't wanna be
-Anyone
-I'll leave the light on when you're gone
-Even when you're working into the dawn
-Laying out the bricks on the front lawn
-I just wanna be
-I just wanna be
-Anyone
-If we're speaking honestly I
-Couldn't see past seventeen why
-Do we let ourselves believe in
-Good and bad and odd and even
-All the things that I want to move and
-All the things that I can't prove can
-Pile up overwhelm my brain
-Make me feel like I'm insane
-We'll build a house with a rope swing
-Hanging from the branch off the front yard tree
-Watching sticks they fall in the grass green
-I don't wanna be
-I don't wanna be
-Anyone
-I'll leave the light on when you're gone
-Even when you're working into the dawn
-Laying out the bricks on the front lawn
-I just wanna be
-I just wanna be
-Anyone
-Oh oh
Reiteration of the desire to be anyone, possibly expressing uncertainty.
I just wanna be
-I just wanna be
-Anyone
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