Maya Hawke - Big Idea

I love TV sitcoms and soap operas
Cliffhanger, rerun courtroom dramas
All intelligence is artificial
We're just making love on a ballistic missile

Don't let them tell you how to feel
You don't believe in the big idea
Hey, what's the big idea?

You can make plans for the aftermath
Or try to make your favorite person laugh
You know exactly where you're going
Your to-do list is an epic poem

Don't let them tell you how to feel
You don't believe in the big idea
Hey, what's the big idea?
Hey, what's the big idea?

I brought poppy seeds to a gun fight
I put a match to an electric tea light
I feel your heart beating in your hair
Drinking fresh milk at the county fair
Now everything outside the moment
Is just slowly stealing focus
And I opened like a lotus
Enlightened and completely hopeless

Don't let them tell you how to feel
You don't believe in the big idea
Don't let them tell you how to feel
You don't believe in the big idea
Hey, what's the big idea?
Hey, what's the big idea?
Hey, what's the big idea?

I got a big idea
I got a big idea
I got a big idea
I got a big idea
I saw the best minds of my generation (I got a big idea)
Dismantle the system only to replace it
Huddled 'round burning Rome looking for love
I believe in one god that nobody should trust

Written by:
Christian Hutson, Maya Hawke

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