Dead Revolution

Cold trees in cul-de-sacs A warm breeze that brings you to your past Good luck green ivy One day you'll make it to the sun Oooh Oh Your wings can't hold Oooh Oh Revolution Suffocating in your hands While you're celebrating with your friends Too many people in despair A dead revolution in your head It's in your head No bees if skies turn black A new fever screams across the world Rain comes and water flows Women and children fill the boats Oooh Oh Your wings can't hold Oooh Oh Revolution Suffocating in your hands While you're celebrating with your friends Too many people in despair A dead revolution in your head It's in your head