Queenager - Easy Lyrics

It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
Don't you blink now,
They're never sleeping
All the time they spend developing not knowing what they're making
Dare you think how
Those strings are weeping
'Cause all the time we've spent enveloping our minds in mild framings
Oh, outlandish you, we meet again
You are alone here in your thinking
That you're apart from this instead
Of making sense
It never does
But that's the beauty in the artist
Selling songs to mend our blood
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in

It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
Don't you blink now,
They're never sleeping
All the time they spend developing not knowing what they're making
Dare you think how
Those strings are weeping
'Cause all the time we've spent enveloping our minds in mild framings
Oh, outlandish you, we meet again
You are alone here in your thinking
That you're apart from this instead
Of making sense
It never does
But that's the beauty in the artist
Selling songs to mend our blood
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in
It's so easy what we think to take for granted
Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic
I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances
Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in