Highest Branch - Trapdoor Social

Picking up little pieces of a fantasy

Holding them to the light and wondering what they’d be

Part of an ethic, never dependent on a bribe

The sun always shining, the features defining a real tribe

It’s hard to believe it, baby girl

That we’re just a pack of little warring animals

Swinging around on the highest branch

Hide your face in something else I guess

If you can find help, let me know

Think we’re clever but we’re only stubborn gamblers

Nothing to catch us if we fall

Time to make your peace

Big chimps with spectacles pretend they’re made perfect

Can’t admit to themselves those humble origins

Can’t mention the weakness, not even think it, oh no

Good is a mirror, if you don’t even care who you are

It’s hard to believe it, baby girl

That we’re just a pack of little warring animals

Swinging around on the highest branch

Hide your face in something else I guess

If you can find help, let me know

Think we’re clever but we’re only stubborn gamblers

Nothing to catch us if we fall

Time to make your peace