Dear Future Historians...

(álbum: The Mindsweep - 2015)

I never walked on the moon
I never saw the pyramids
I was never struck by famine or fortune

I'll never experience the world you inhabit
I'll never experience the world you inhabit

I never swam with dolphins
I never sang from a mountain top
I was no inventor and no archaeologist

I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
Just put your weight on my shoulders

For when I dive into your iris
My brain erupts
Into biochemical mayhem
And I feel like a man with two hearts, with two hearts

I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
Just put your weight on my shoulders

Put your weight on my shoulders (x6)
(So put your weight on my shoulders)