Mansions In Floodplains

She wakes up from her suburban slumber

And makes her bed in all her teenage tragedies

She thinks she lives outside the box

But the world goes on beyond her block

This is not the end of all there is to be

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He may think he’s got the world all figured out

And he may sit right in the lap of luxury

But when the tides come rolling in

The crowns that sink won’t help him swim

This is not the end of all there is to be

We’re building mansions in floodplains

And climbing ladders that just lead to the ceiling

We’re running races that will never have endings

Then where will we go? Where will we go?

So dig out all the hooks that drag you down

And turn off all the lesser lights so you can see

That there is life beyond the lines

Inside the mystery that defines

This is not the end of all there is to be

This is not the end of all there is to be

Don’t you want to live for something more?

Don’t you want to live for something more?

Don’t you want to live for something more than yourself?