Whiplash

Sunlight spreads like butter through the streets It's summer again, it's been fifty-three million heartbeats and the Whiplash echoes through your spine And I am asking are you happy, and you're telling me you're fine, but Oooh, oooh And all at once all the futures open And all the time you've longed for and all the time you're hoping and the Whiplash echoes through the room Every call you put on hold is flashing, waiting to resume, but Oooh, oooh You're weighing all their expectations You can't even see the jury but you're trapped in deliberations and the Whiplash trembles in your voice You know maybe it was just easier when we didn't have the choice Did we learn to love our cages God, I haven't seen you in ages I am gasping in the crowd, tell me When did it get so loud? So loud? Sunlight spreads like butter through the streets It's lighting up the pollen and it's soaking through the concrete and the Whiplash rumbles in your head And are we reaching for the living, and are we living for the dead? Oooh, oooh