I live in a city full of people I don't know

People riding highways from the workplace to the home

I raise my hand

I see they're different than us

But I only wanna hold your hand

My whole damn life

I can picture a place

Where everybody feels it, too

It might be fiction, but I see it ahead

There's nothing I wouldn't do

There's nothing I wouldn't do

Cut me a slice of the apple that I grow

My work is valid

I can't prove it, but I know

A woman screams

She's looking for meaning

Behind a man who'll make her cry

Her whole damn life

I can picture a place

Where everybody feels it, too

It might be fiction, but I see it ahead

There's nothing I wouldn't do

There's nothing I wouldn't do

Utopia

Utopia

Utopia

Utopia

Utopia

Utopia

Like a hunter with teeth

There's nothing I wouldn't do

I will run through a mountain of dirt

There's nothing I wouldn't do

There's nothing I wouldn't do