The News

If only everything that happened in our dreams were true And nothing bad could ever happen to you When we feel too much, we'd just wake up And all the longing to belong would always be enough Give me context, without context, everything is true Only nothing that happens only happens to you If the news should ever break our way Would we still hear the truth of someone that's been left behind? And if truth should ever be unkind Would we still know that everything that's true is by design And that everything that's true is ours to find? I woke up, I was the same, but all my dreams had died What fucking happened? Guess everyone who spoke in tongues had lied In the lobby, watched the dawning of a different side Give me context, without context, everything is true Besides, nothing that happens only happens to you If the news should ever break our way Would we still hear the truth of someone that's been left behind? And if truth should ever be unclear Would we still know that everything that's fair is hard to hear And that everything breaks down in love and fear? Everything that happens Everything that happens Everything that happens If the news should ever be unkind Would we still know that everything that's true is by design And that everything that's true's hard to define And that everything that's true is ours to find?