Euphoria

She wants to live outside of town/in southern sun
 On fertile ground/he wants to sing and write the perfect song/in cities and towns far and wide/for those that want to live before they die/but first he's got to go out and mow the lawn
 Euphoria, euphoria/where did we go so wrong? euphoria, euphoria
 Why must we be blind for so long?
 Their love, it seems, beside the point/she surfs the web, he smokes a joint/the chance to hold and kiss comes and goes/frightened by the world enraged/a lonely, starving, stagnant age/they've lost their faith that change can start at home
 A good day becomes a good week/but now he's home late and the stairs creak/now she's awake and the quilts are thrown/words bruise
 Whispers pound/the baby wakes up inside that sound/the peace is broken like a fucking bone