Moments - The Juliana Theory

You’ll bruise their hearts, child

You’ll live their lives?

You’ll fill their shoes, child?

You’ll still be right?

You’ll speak your words, child

You’re still na’ve

You’ll tell your lies, child

They’ll still believe

All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right

Has all you’ve learned here been forgotten?

You’re the perfect light?

Don’t strain your head, child

Thinking for them

Don’t place the blame, child

Your time will come

All you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right

Your «open mind» is sealed and settled, locked and bolted tight

All you’ve lived is moments in a fraction of their lives

It’s sad you never notice when the stick is in your eye

You’ll throw your stones, child

You’ll never bleed?

All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right

And all you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right

The bleeding hearts and artists painted meanings in their songs

And all the little children lost their minds and sang along

All that you said wasn’t true