Rearrange

The skyline overseas, The starlight’s not empty Just freedom Just freedom No hurt, work out our careers Fleetwood Mac is all I hear David Bowie playing, nice and loud Hurt, we can’t allow The stars are full, No time to sleep Freedom’s all we need No hurt, we work on our careers Music’s all we hear David Bowie playing, nice and loud Hurt, we can’t allow Just ride into the sun, Freedom Lessons, we’re learning Step into sun Meeting, retreating A lost history If on edge, Will I learn how to just be? Lean on it. Love it. Live in history. Keep it. Believe it. Stood still, retreat. Just a young girl, With no, Purpose to be Trees changing, exchanging Their colours, they blur Elated, showcasing Their gift to the world If I believe it, Then will it work? Or will I live out my life Rearranging the hurt? She’s laughing, And I’m laughing Just like she’s alive A sunken spirit Uplifted the skies If I believe it, Then will it work? Or will I live out my life Rearranging the hurt? Driving faster, Songs blaring We sing along No hurting, just Fleetwood Our favourite songs If I believe it, Then will it work? Or will I live out my life Rearranging the hurt? Will I live out my life Rearranging the hurt?