(Shame on all you youth gods and you children on payroll)
We were an idea in love with an idea of love
With our well-honed sins and our wise-ass grins
There was nothing unknown that we wouldn't prove
We weren't satisfied until that mountain moved
I would pray to the yellow moon in your room
And you would sweep my soul with your eyelash broom
We were an idea in love with an idea of love
Hope is a rope
You can climb it or you can choke
What are you gonna do
Twenty homes damaged in a one-home fire
Drawing a line in the sky between a liar and the lie
So with a remote mic and a stereo crowd I walked along a wire
Ready and raw, a hardened heart for hire
Hope is a rope
You can climb it or you can choke
What are you gonna do
When it's hanging in front of you

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