Wonderwall

de Our Last Night

Perfect on the outside, broken on the in
Smiling for the camera just to feed our addiction

We're just fake
Advertisements selling artificial versions of
Ourselves, like fallen cities we disguise as paradise

The grass is always greener on the other side
Instead of sowing our seeds, we believe in little white lies

We display split personalities out on trophy shelves
To erase the parts of us that we don't wanna face

Stuck in utopia, a fabrication
Screaming out for help so silently
Stuck in utopia, a fabrication
Screaming out for help so silently

It's like we're living in fantasy land
Burying our heads in the sand
Running from the dark, covering our flaws
So everything is perfect when we're living in fantasy land
(We'll be damned, we'll be damned, we'll be damned)
Living in fantasy land
(We'll be damned, we'll be damned, we'll be damned)
Living in fantasy land
(We'll be damned, we'll be damned, we'll be damned)
Living in fantasy land
(We'll be damned, we'll be damned, we'll be damned)