In Our Arms

You are so stealing my thunder
You're giving us all away
And we don't know how much more we can drink

You are known in a couple of very small circles
For building an anime scene
In the tree above the bulldog

Maybe my hands are on the wheel
Maybe your dreams are more real
Maybe your dreams are more real

We will carry you, then we'll throw you aside
In our arms remains the weight of what you left behind

You were so stealing my thunder.