Paper, scissors and rock and roll
If it's the 50s I might just pass as cool
I only dance in the perfect light
Under the stars of the neon northern lights

Have you heard the theory Jenny told me?
She's not pregnant, she's just growing
I don't think she understands me
When I say there's a baby on the horizon
She just squints

I go to bed with a minotaur
And when I'm sleeping I don't know what he'll do
I grab his horns when we go outside
His back is easy to climb right up onto

There's a million ways to keep a secret
You do your way, I'll do mine
And we won't need voices when we're older
And there's nothing left to say

But I'm a little bit unsure
If death is worth what comes before
Somebody said when I was young
There's not a ladder just a rung
And we're just spinning round and round
Head over heels and down, down, down
But I don't know who to believe
The government or my TV
Or all the books I like to read
'Cause they don't tell me the same things
And the only thing I learned at school
Was that I've always been a fool

I play piano and try to cry
I'm having trouble collecting the right notes
Keep singing shit and believing it
Don't have control over half the things I say

And I might be young or I might be old
But I know it won't stay that way forever
Have you heard the theory Jenny told me?
We're not dying, we're just going
She didn't tell me where