Oh, Sila - Swordplay

So is this just the way you think it goes?

A minute off the grid

Another episode

They’ve got your name

Cameras inside of your home

And when they bring you in you’ll see me there

In the light bulb swinging above the chair

Where you sit without counsel holding yourself in your arms

And you’re not impressed with it

You want to find the idiots in control

And make them explain why you’re here

Like how could they not notice this?

You’ve been singing with the Soviets for a minute now

And each one dreams of a freedom that looks like yours

I bet they’d buy a slightly modified retail bag

That you painted a slogan on in sharpie

I bet it’s worth at least fifty more here

Where they’re not too tired from their shopping

I’m saying oh, Sila

I wish I could buy you more than just a coffee

I’m still waiting on the painting that you promised

You would make me the day you knew you loved me

And singing oh, my God

Did you just deck a cop up in the street

I saw him smile

I saw his teeth

And now the scattered about around our feet

I forget what this feeling is called

The last time it died I let it be

There’s a small chance I had it all

I just needed someone to set me free