we hang paintings of places we've never been
we sit and read stories that hide our own sins
when all things seem to be perfect
it's our ignorance that makes us sick
come with me, come take my hand
see where contentment is canned
this is la la land
this is la la land
we walk these streets with our eyes wide open
but we see nothing
we surf our screens and feel chosen
but we know nothing
come with me, come take my hand
see where contentment is canned
this is la la land
this is la la land
is there more to this?
is there more to this?
i'm not convinced
i'm not convinced