The Met
Colatura
3:38Run away Come inside This ship is filled with strangers And you're barely alive Are you a stowaway In the night The package is marked for transit Stamped on the inside Are you content Or are you just content There's no way of knowing What are we doing Running late Never time Can life be the remainder Of our addled pride Whose turn is it To stand in the light Everyone owns a story With a market price Are you content Or are you just content There's no way of knowing What are we doing Are you content Or are you content There's no way of knowing What are we doing