Metamodernity

歌詞

Next to Hudson Yards, it's crowded on the weekdays From April to May Parse apart a troubled heart from an e-train And sing about it in LA With clouds in the rearview You start humming along to the first verse Of your favorite song that you quote each day With the words all wrong So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it’s hard to believe With every day, we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity With agrestic charm, it's humid in the Midwest From June to July All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires Which mantle the horizon line From the outset It’s been hard to tell why we feel this down When it all bodes well So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it's hard to believe With every day, we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity