I run with all the water of the ocean
And seas evaporate to run with me
An Egret the color of emotion
Instead I can't leave my bed, and I listen, listen, listen
Never been to New York City, London, Paris, France
Or the currency exchange
I don't care what the going rate is
But I can taste blood on the air from miles away
And I don't care what my mother's maiden name is
It manifests as an itch on my face
Wasn't explained to me at all
They were radio waves
And now your satellites are holding your words in place
No hope if Michael's music never healed the human race
Leave me alone (but is that really what you're saying there?)
I don't know (and that's a card accepted everywhere)
And I keep telling myself oh there's nothing there
I keep telling myself oh there's nothing there
Come rest against the bark of a cedar
No motion so nobody sees her
A nest to protect us our methods failed but nature never left us
I don't know what I'm thinking about most of the time
How much is hunger and how much is mind?
Has everyone else lost their minds?
