Casca

It's fiction

Speakin' of it, Heaven was delicate (Delicate, delicate)
Sudden movement could evaporate it, evaporate it
The birth of nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, nothing new stays old, stays old, stays old
I was up at 3 spending quality time with T3s
'Cause my leg was always asleep
So I kept you rooted to me, my personal tree
Then it came to me
A message that flew down my spine

I guess we’re only human after all
Not paradise found but we can paradise now
We’ll make do with what we have
And make things that we do be the things that we have
Sounds like a plan
We can do it together, we all understand
I guess we’re only human after all

Sunny days in my back yard
When my rents had the Sundance
King of LEGO and laser tag, shootin' mega blocks movies on VHS
That’s what I saw when I was a young animal
Crying over two hours of practice 'cause piano was my Goliath
Crowds were like jungles, we moved through them like we moved through the legs of giants
Two stories is shorter than it’s ever been, I can reach three times higher
(Hey!)
Thinkin' of it, Heaven was delicate
I guess we’re only human

(Uhh, you ready Jojo?)