Seems like the roads stretch out like veins
But there's no heart
Nature's haircut is concrete now
And we played our part, so we sing
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
I've lost my taste for modern things
They're not for me
I want mundane, a quiet place
Where time is free and I can sing
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
Ba da, ba dum, ba da da da da dum
♪
Crawled from my bed
To collect the thoughts that'd fallen from my head
And you watched me sink
Through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond
And you didn't blink
On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb
It sank into the ground and then the stars were blinking
Like kids who were staring into the wind
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name
Now I can play the victim, it's fine, I've seen it on TV
If there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough
Our heads, our mouths, our brains, our lungs
They're just machines
These hearts are all that we've got left
And they don't beat
Live a little, talk a lot, it's the way this goes
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes
Their arms are reaching, reach is spreading through the neon glow
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones
The traffic hums, the traffic grumbles near my old window
The street lights flicker, glow and hover like suspended snow
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts