|Something about this landscape just don't feel right
|Hyper air-conditioned and lit up all night
|Like we just gotta see how comfortable comfortable can get
|Like we can't even bring ourselves to sweat
|Sweat in the summer, shiver in the winter
|Just enough to know that we're alive
|Watch out for that TV, it's full of splinters
|And remember you can always go outside
|Really, really, really far outside
|And some might call it conservation
|And some might call it common sense
|And maybe it's because I am Libra
|But I say balance balance balance balance
|I say balance balance balance balance
|Who put all this stuff in my apartment?
|Who put all this ice in my drink?
|Who put the poison in the atmosphere?
|Who put the poison in the way I think?
|O women, won't you be our windows
|Women who bleed and bleed and bleed
|Women who swim with the tide, women who change when the wind blows
|Show us we are connected to everything
|Show us we are not separate from everything
|So here's to the trials of living
|Here's to feeling our share of pain
|All the way from childbirth to dying
|Here's to being connected to everything
|Here's to staying connected to everything