Paroles de Upper Middle Class

We paid for new ways to avoid one another A tv that fills up one side of the room We stare at our phones now (instead of each other) And silently wonder just how to break through To the other side of the silence Where distance is only a story we tell When we hold hands and know that we made it We’re making it still… can we please make it still? Our house is on fire; I’ve got matches for fingers And my gasoline tongue isn’t helping at all So try as I might to repair what I’ve broken I only set fire to each bridge that I build To the other side of the silence Where distance is only a story we tell When we hold hands and know that we made it We’re making it still… can we please make it still? Someday, the words will come easy again I’ll stop all this hiding, you’ll let me back in Our family’s not here; we don’t have to pretend it’s okay I’m in the back yard destroying the branches That hang low enough for my golf club to reach Destruction’s the one thing I’m naturally good at It might take all year for the leaves to return