Maybe We'll Die - Less is More

With every crutch we make our way,

Down the road to a better place,

We’ll say, and we’ll crave.

We’ll move along slow, but sure

The crumbs will lead to the next door,

We want more!

Our change is more than in our thoughts,

Our lives are more than what we’ve bought,

Our plan is in our hands.

Hands are strong, but still a siv,

Plans fall through, but we’ll still live,

Be scared, but prepare.

And maybe, just maybe we’ll fly

Hey Hey

And maybe, just maybe we’ll die

Hey Hey

But the door won’t open ‘til you turn the key.

Beneath the lines of simple thought,

Our caged dreams sit,

Don’t let them rot.

What’s real?

Stand tall don’t kneel.

A heart is just some flesh and blood.

We’ll do with it what anyone could.

Tired of «should», don’t cut us down.

Our misfit youth was our good fit truth,

All along.

But if everything, falls down.

I’ll pick you up

I’ll pick you up.

And maybe, just maybe we’ll fly

Hey Hey

And maybe, just maybe we’ll die

Hey Hey