Lyrics Oh, Sila - Swordplay

Oh, Sila

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