Screens and social feeds and
Lonely people behind keys
That almost make them brave
Enough for popular opinions
Noise and numbers make the experts
cnd the winners

cnd when this city′s turned to concrete
Steel and screens and
No one feels a thing
We'll make our getaway

We can drive into the desert
Windows down in search of somewhere
Warm and distant
So pack your things and take my hand
I′ll keep you safe and
We will never have to look back

When this city's turned to concrete
Steel and screens and
No one feels a thing
We'll make our getaway
cnd they won′t tell us who to love or
What to say or think or feel
Cause we′ll know what's real

They won′t tell us who to love or
What to say or think or feel
Cause we know what's real
cnd we can scream until our lungs ache
I′ll love you 'til my heart breaks and
cnd that could be enough