Lyrics:

The seventh track of The Art Of Doing Nothing, it features rapper Jake Emlyn.
Don't want your love
What's yours is yours
Don’t want to be king
Could have it over, don’t leave me anything
Don’t need your boats
No taking sides
You’ve got your body in the rear
You’ve got your head on, that’s the way it is

There's a box of wonder calling me
Through my window
Through my window
There's nothing here for you to see
So feel your halo
Feel your halo

Honey, I see your light
Now that heaven's falling around us
Heaven's falling around us
Gotta get up and get away sometimes

I’ll never give you what you want
I’ll give you everything you need
You put your body in a storm
And now the water is gonna carry you away
No resting place, all angels fly
You know you’re never coming down
You know you’re never gonna come back here again

I look you in your eyes, you’re there but you’re not
You say you’re always happy and you’re smiling a lot
But do you really dare?
Do you feel anything, yeah?

There’s a lightning striking us again
So feel your halo
You gotta get up and get away sometimes

Honey, I see your light
Now that heaven's falling around us
Heaven's falling around us
Gotta get up and get away sometimes

So turn on your TV if you want to see the world
Your life is 3D, you never have to meet yourself
Come let's walk by that house with the dead people living in them
Left in their living rooms, blessed in their little tombs
Furniture designed around the wide screen
Higher beings summoning the iris on the gray cold face
We’re running and arriving at the same old place
Gotta get up and get away sometimes

I look you in your eyes, you’re there but you’re not
You say you’re always happy and you’re smiling a lot
But do you really dare?
Do you feel anything, yeah?

Honey, I see your light
Now that heaven's falling around us
Heaven's falling around us
Gotta get up and get away sometimes

Your lust for power is rooted in weakness, not in strength
If you already had power, you wouldn’t need it again
Can a shield become a weapon, it was made for self defense
Is inhumanity and greed the true nature of men?
How did our minds disengage from the tides in the waves
Too tired ‘cause we’re wired to be tied to the wage
Whose lives are gonna be saved from my mic on the stage
In the city where we’re born, the stride's over claim