Pros and Cons Lyrics

Major, come down from your

Throne, I can't sit here all alone

Counting stars and making

Sculptures out of clay

We all need something to eat

We can't get out of the heat

For the air's gone and the

World has lost its shade

Uh huh

It's a little funny how we laugh

At clouds

As we lay here in the grass

Watch the hourglass unfold

As the stories go untold

But it's quiet that I

Want so bad

Could we kiss the heat away?

Deprivation came to say

That it's movement which we

Want so bad

Oh, no

I cannot make up my own mind

At all

So I'll sit here in the vine

And wait

So the day comes where we talk

And we sit there with some chalk

Writing pros and cons of

What it means

To seize the nights, enjoy the day

Though it may not last per se

I am thankful just to

Know your name