The highest peaks could never leave us daunted
And these brains, they know no bounds
The heavens, boys. They're ours for the taking
That's the spirit! It walks this world, so nonchalant
Trudges along unstable grounds
It guards this prison of our own making
He said "I am not afraid to fail
You miss every shot not taken"
Pulled the trigger and blew off his toes
Humanity, oh sure it could prevail
But to leave that dove forsaken
Is to never find out where the olives grow
And I guess that goes to show
If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea
We'd snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
Out the plaster and into his mouth
His wife said "Lets go on vacation
You can lean on me. Don't need to bring a crutch."
Packed the car. A little further south
He left her at a service station
Never liked the taste of olives all that much
Nothing's ever good enough
If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea
We'd snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
We could be so blissful if we wanted
But the human spirit built the house just to haunt it
How we've grown to love the burn
The self-sabotage at every turn
They say we're only human
It's kind of how it's always been
His bachelor pad, it's got a bed and tv and a fridge almost empty
Just a bag that reads "dead dove: do not eat"
If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea
We'd snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea
We'd snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea
We'd snap it and get to weaving
Then should hope rear its ugly head
We could send it to hell in a hand basket
Send it to hell in a hand basket