#tiny machines

Don't point that in my direction Can't you see that I'm helping? Only loving, only making my invention I made a point to be cautious I put the words in a form that Wrapped the point in Something soft, an invitation To the place where we can launch A winged migration I came to set you free This place is killing me But I will be your guide And I won't ever die We are the love I need And we are building speed You have a common grace I see it in your face I'm glaring at the denial It's hard to be on the side of Every full-grown and rejected angry child I'd like to make a suggestion That when you talk to a nation Anyone who dares to fly above the clouds must show his cracks and bear the strain of heavy weather There is no perfect guide There's just a voice inside It may not tell you why But It won't ever die We are the love I need And we are building speed You have a common grace It's written in your face Can a simple melody Expose a travesty? We've got a better choice Gotta find our voice (repeat chorus)