I like to think that you and me are made from upholstery
all and soft and warm and worry free
our eyes are buttons and we cannot see
they filled us up with hope and love
and sent us on a mission to save the Earth
but we just came back all broken and burnt
this planet is a four letter world called hurt
But still we dance in the park
Our arms and legs are like clothes on the line
and they'll laugh and point but we'll smile
and everyones in denial.