text: Born in the year of OxyContin
  Raised in the tall grass
  Teen millionaire having nightmares from the camera flash
  Now Im alone on a windswept island
  Caught in the complex divorce of the seasons
  Wont take the call if its the label or the radio
  Arm in a cast at the museum gala
  Fork in my purse to take home to my mother
  Supermodels all dancing round a pharaohs tomb
  Now if youre looking for a saviour, well, thats not me
  You need someone to take your pain for you?
  Well, thats not me
  Cause we are all broken and sad
  Where arе the dreams that we had?
  Cant find thе dreams that we had
  Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
  Lets hope the sun will show us the path, path
  Lets hope the sun will show us the path, path
  I just hope the sun will show us the path
  Saviour is not me
  I just hope the sun will show us the path
  Saviour is not me
  I just hope the sun will show us the path, path
  Path