Fire in Your Whys

You say you've tried all of the gadgets you can try That humble jetpack of apps is nowhere in sight And when you're sat there pulling open your third eye I feel the jealousy breeze like some moth in flight We stumble 'round this rancid city no daylight Every step leaves of mark of our own design But does it matter when we're such tiny french fries If we are all just some thoughts of our own I would laugh into a fake cry Tyrannosaurus in size as the thoughts break down And kiss each other goodnight We're stuck in this pickle jar but for now I ask Can you be my brains We're one and the same And I can be your mister brains say The logic is plain We're one and the same And I could put you in the ace lane The future's barreling down But your turntable screech is the bulldozer Destined to turn us around When you ask there's a fire in your whys That could blind pirate eyes Just ask me tonight