Four hundred ninety thousand miles an hour But you don't feel it You've still got blood in your chest But you don't feel it You're making your soft choices When no one sees it You're making your tender exchanges In everything affected I don't know what it is But it feels Different Every time And you're hoping it's something real Am I as miserable as I feel? Isn't there something you wanna say Suspension of belief is killing me Within the immanent significance, Proving entropy is abdicated I don't know what it is But it feels Different Every time I don't know what it is But it feels Different Every time