Maths & Magic (demo) Songtext
von Josh Pyke

Heavens above
I′ve seen this before
But no medicine I choose to use
Can cure this disease I abhor
Excuse me please
I need some air
And some relief from these capital fools
In the city of bare

Heavens above
We're all going to die
Scientists predict an inevitable
Assault from the sky
The craters they leave
Will become the sea
And quietly their boss is erased
To wipe his dirty slate clean


But these songs I sing
Are not my own
They get projected from you into me
I just give them a home
And this joy I feel
Is yours alone
If I could pass it to you through my fingertips
Then you would know

So look at you now
It won′t be long
No maths or magic can save you
If you can't see wrong
If you can't see right
You turn your back on
That which was once what you prayed
Now you′re cowering from

But these songs I sing
Are not my own
They get projected from you into me
I just give them a home
And this joy I feel
Is yours alone
If I could pass it to you through my fingertips
Then you would know


That I love you
Yes, I love you
Yes, I love you
Yes, I love you

Heavens above
I′ve seen this before
But no medicine I choose to use
Can cure this disease I abhor