The pure in heart

We're thinking our lives are moving on
We're building tomorrow and beyond
We'll find out our house was built upon
A floodplain unknown to everyone

Fifty-six more years to go
Fifty-six more years to go

You gather some things made out of wood
Plastics and raw materials
You'll find out you're barely scraping by
And falling behind

Fifty-six more years to go
Fifty-six more years to go
What happens if I beg for more?

We're thinking our lives are moving on
We're building tomorrow and beyond
We'll find out our house was built upon
A floodplain unknown...

You'll find out you're barely scraping by
And falling behind