12.This Isn't Farmlife
We're not breaking any records yet
I stare at maps all day, a charade in the sunset
I read the news with all its angles bent
And blame my confusion on designs intelligent
Too many things, too many things to keep my mind on
I was rehearsing for the Iliad
A social siege to end the war, yeah
Arrows and bows, aiming everywhere we go
This isn't farmlife
I was sleeping in dunes at night, the southern land
By day I sail on the cannibal sea
I'm breathing in this heavy water, oh
In my kingdom in my stratosphere
My girl hustles words to fools in particular
And from the safety of an overcoat
She wears a wire that runs all the way to Stockholm
Arrows and bows, aiming everywhere we go
This isn't farm life
An eye for an eye, under the microscope a mythic paradise
Another year, another try, on we go, on we go
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