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?