We begin with singletons, sages, and the onionskin on Those of heartbeat back the buried sunshine Yea that's how it is. Aggressive summers, broken windows silence Breaks the coming thunder. Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages? Chorus: All our lives in pearls. And all our afternoons sitting on setting suns. If there's really nothing going wrong. There's really nothing going on. We have eyes of stealing will, we are born To kill and we will. All our muscles ruffled feathers are fear Here completely. it beats me, keeps me and leaves me like a love. Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages. Chorus You and me and everyone and everyone we know knows It's done. Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages Cant's are filled with walls.