Middle People Songtext
von Dappled Cities

I am dead, you are sad
It′s exactly how these pieces can collide
So I'm glad that cool willingness
And comfort are now wild

This water′s cold, though so I'm told
It stirs a million perfect particles of sand
Slip through your hand
Now their bodies were then more inclined to land

Is this my kind of living?
Is this my kind of land?
I am sitting on a grand gesture
Made of something skewed and underhand

And you claim that I will never be
Made of man


I will rise with the sound of birds
Following this miracle of mine
They're the kind that will flay about
With chests pushed out in pride

And they would sing
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la
And they would laugh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha

Is this my kind of living?
Is this my kind of land?
I am sitting on a grand gesture
Made of something skewed and underhand

And you claim that I will never be
Made of man

So true, and the enemy′s
Made of man
So great that I will never be
Made of man