Powerlines

I see your face behind the powerlines
Give me a gun and I値l make you mine
I値l tell you a story of the child who flew
You could see he was smiling, but his lips were blue

I see your face behind the powerlines
Give me a gun and I値l change your mind
I値l take all those lines and I値l make them smooth
And just like the child nothing will touch you again

I see your face behind the powerlines
They sold you a story and sealed it with iron
You can swallow their words with a lump in your neck
But if you fall there値l be nothing left for me to save

I see your face in the paper headlines
It痴 too late now, to change your mind

But now your lines are smooth
Now your lines are smooth