Letra de a dying world...

My clothes cost a lot Handmade by children Next year, they're in a box Going to a thrift store in Williamsburg Daydream at the house Still in the shower I've heard about the drought My Brita runneth over, it's hard to place So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow, if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us Driving to the store 20 a gallon (Yeah) might be funding war But at least my grocery bags are reusable So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow, if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us Somehow, if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us Better than us