Under a Magic Sky
I'm running to the edge of the world.
Me and the flat-earthers.\
We’re wandering through hazy, summertime showers.
We’re looking for conspirator’s gold at the end of the rainbow.
I need a magic sky.
Me and the flat-earthers.
I need a firmament of painted glass and persecution.
I need a magic sky where I can really see the light.
We are waiting for you at the edge of the world.
Me and the flat-earthers.
We are waiting for your breaking point.
You’ll just have to trust us.
It’ll happen to you.
And then you’ll learn the meaning of goodbye.