Texty: Something Corporate. Leaving Through The Window. Good News.

She's trapped inside her room with reruns on the screen
Old books and movies, but she can't stop thinking
I'm torn between myself, my radio my friends
I want to write this one off over and over and over again

And then she looked at me to scream
"My castles are falling"
But I can't look into the street
Without everything changing

I wanna read good news, good news
I wanna be innocent again
I wanna read good news, good news
But nothing good is happening

She waits all day, she stands a stranger in her skin
And she moves the science with her hands
She lines her walls with every paper she can see
These words consume her but they never set her free

And then she looked at me to scream
"My castles are falling"
But I can't look into the street
Without everything changing

I wanna read good news, good news
I wanna be innocent again
I wanna read good news, good news
But nothing good is happening
Nothing good is happening
But nothing good is happening

I wanna read good news, good news
I wanna be a little kid again
I wanna read good news, good news
But nothing good is happening

I wanna read good news, good news
I wanna go to sleep at night again
I wanna read good news, good news
But nothing good is happening
But nothing good is happening
But nothing good is happening