Lyrics
Fall through time
Like a cinematic future sign
We show up to talk about it
(Next up we)
Talk about it
(Never wanna make)
Plans about it
(Next up we)
Talk about it
(Never wanna make)
Plans about it
I can feel it in my bones
Things are getting pretty cold
Boy across me got no soul
And he's on the phone
Everyone is at the door
Artist with the next big smash
Happy and I've got no cash
What have I got to do?
Making all this clear to you
Scream until our lungs
Burn baby
What have I got to do?
Making all this clear to you
Scream until our lungs
Burn baby
All fades by
Scheduled conversations down the line
In the cards we think about it
I've been feeling pretty bold
Can't you see we're all just clones?
Girl across me lost control
And she's on the phone
Everyone is at the door
Waiting for the next big show
Happy but their friends don't know
What have I got to do?
Making all this clear to you
Scream until our lungs
Burn baby
What have I got to do?
Making all this clear to you
Scream until our lungs
Burn baby
What have I got to do?
All this clear to you
Burn baby
What have I got to do?
Clear to you
Clear to you
Burn baby, what have I got to do?
