a dying world...

My clothes cost a lot

Handmade by children

Next year, they're in a box

Going to a thrift store in Williamsburg

Daydream at the house

Still in the shower

I've heard about the drought

But my Brita runneth over

It's hard to place

So maybe the planet dies

Maybe there's no god to hear us cry

When the air starts to make us sick

It's not a matter of politics

Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world

I hope they'll learn to love

Better than us

Driving to the store

Twenty a gallon

Yeah, might be funding war

But at least my grocery bags are

Reusable

So maybe the planet dies

Maybe there's no god to hear us cry

When the air starts to make us sick

It's not a matter of politics

Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world

I hope they'll learn to love

Better than us

Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world

I hope they'll learn to love

Better than us

Better than us