It's fiction

Speakin' of it, Heaven was delicate (Delicate, delicate)

Sudden movement could evaporate it, evaporate it

The birth of nothing new

Nothing new, nothing new, nothing new stays old, stays old, stays old

I was up at 3 spending quality time with T3s

'Cause my leg was always asleep

So I kept you rooted to me, my personal tree

Then it came to me

A message that flew down my spine

I guess we’re only human after all

Not paradise found but we can paradise now

We’ll make do with what we have

And make things that we do be the things that we have

Sounds like a plan

We can do it together, we all understand

I guess we’re only human after all

Sunny days in my back yard

When my rents had the Sundance

King of LEGO and laser tag, shootin' mega blocks movies on VHS

That’s what I saw when I was a young animal

Crying over two hours of practice 'cause piano was my Goliath

Crowds were like jungles, we moved through them like we moved through the legs of giants

Two stories is shorter than it’s ever been, I can reach three times higher

(Hey!)

Thinkin' of it, Heaven was delicate

I guess we’re only human

(Uhh, you ready Jojo?)