My parents named me Hope my superpower’s living,
Bullets scar my jaws but I still move towards you and you’ll lose.

The crowds spit say my voice is wrong,
But it screams it back to them in song,
And all the trampled charge alone and sing
Along...

My parents named me Hope my superpower’s living,
Bullets scar my jaws but I still move towards you and you fade.

My teeth pierce through your cavalry
How they burn and kill my family
I’ll turn into a melody
Reverse their words
watch them crumble while they hum along and shake

It’s here don’t look away.
It’s here don’t look away.

My parents named me Hope my superpower’s living,
Bullets scar my jaws but I still move towards you and you’ll change.

I’ve seen horrors no one understands.
Limbs scattered through a thousand lands,
They’ll never rip the chords out from my bloody hands…

As I still move towards you…

With new harmonies to sing.
With new harmonies to sing.
With new harmonies to sing.
With new harmonies to sing.

I’ve been listening to JJ72,
Thinking ‘bout the past and if it’s really true.
I suppose I don’t really write about that much.

But I’ve been listening to JJ72,
And there’s a field of new adventures that I’m running through,
I suppose I don’t really write about that much.

Arguments over photographs leave memories behind.
So stupid they should make you laugh but you think

I’m just the same but older

And I’m listening to JJ72,
Thinking about two parks and then I’m there with you,
I suppose it was part of growing up and worked.

The skies were clear but they were never blue,
And it feels just like a film but it was kinda true,
I suppose you can be young and miserable but happy.

Take trains some in opposite directions the world seemed bigger than you think now,
Head in the clouds don’t realise who you’re hurting till it’s done.

And now you’re listening to JJ72,
And the decades merge and mumble as they slide through you.
I don’t know if it’s good to think about it much.

If three years there are what they all say are the best,
Why did you stay in your room and just get depressed
You DID and learnt a LOT but

the surrounding years were better.

And now you’re listening to JJ72,
Thinking back to walks life growing inside you
Go back inside a timeloop burdened with apologies to bring,

But I’d just keep going back forever as I
Couldn’t bear to change a thing.

Keep it from the parents try to keep it from the class,
How you’re sheltered from the rain and kissing in an underpass.

And it hurries on and on and
everything keeps getting clearer.

Other people’s walls are only there to sit on look around
You didn’t feel it years before but it started there and then.

And now you’re listening to JJ72,
And all the songs, moments and people that helped get you through
Past trees struck out by lightning but still standing holding hands

The ghosts of it.­­­­­­­
The ghosts of it.
All of the ghosts of it.
All of the ghosts of it.
All of the living ghosts of it.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Sailing across the sea again,
Staring at the stars again,
Catching fish and eating them.
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Standing for government again,
`Shouting across the room again,
Making orders that sometimes count again,
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Tranquilising tigers again,
Pulling down the blinds again,
Letting planes go by again,
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering all about me.
I’ve been thinking a lot but it’s only about you.
Every second that you breathe,
Gives me another stone to never leave unturned,
Or unexplored, everything I do.
It’s not an anything, it’s just a thought of you.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Burning paperwork again,
Taking trains away again,
Devouring the day again,
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Standing on someone’s hands again,
Running towards the door again,
Heading out to screams of fear again,
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering why I’ve been,
Writing between the lines again,
Keeping out of touch again,
Doing far too much again.
But I haven’t, done any of those things.

You’ve been wondering all about me.
I’ve been thinking a lot but it’s only about you.
Every second that you breathe,
Gives me another stone to never leave unturned or unexplored,
Everything I do.
It’s not an anything, it’s just a thought of you.