When gravity's a palm pushing down on your head like
The devil's got a paw dug in your shoulder
And the other one is rubbing your back
But the kitchen in this new place has a window, yeah
You can grow basil on the sill, maybe
You can call your neighbors by name now
Berries on the dash is the sweetest kind of living, still
This feels like eatin' the meat of the mountain
It's all grit and gristle; I can't chew and swallow
I'm gnawing my way back home
The clouds look a lot like wool gone through the wash
I check my phone for the time but I still wear
My watch, yeah, I'm confused about
How I'm supposed to connect to anything now
♪
The kind of high I like is when I barely make the train
And the people with a seat smile big at me
Because they know the feeling
And for a millisecond
We share a look like a family does
Like we have inside jokes, like we could call each other
By little nicknames
And I could tell the story of how
My great grandmother's sister was deemed a saint
How they exhumed her body after years of being buried
And they found she hadn't even begun to sully
So they moved her again
Straight into the Vatican
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I think of all the billions of eyes
All looking at something different at the same time, and
I feel nauseous
Some days I can only see into my suitcase
It's got everything I need, plus some
Superstitious things I may also need
Music soothes the savage beast
The pilot says to me and he asks me to sing, but now
Is not the time
I just want to fall into a pile of warm laundry; I just wanna keep
Very, very quiet, yeah
♪
It's June where you sleep: July where I land
Thought I saw you on the platform in Amsterdam
And I nearly missed my train
And I felt so defeated 'til I jumped on to
See all the warm smiles were for me, yeah
I made my train, and it made me so happy
I made my train, and it made me forget everything
It made me forget
Made me forget
Made me forget, made me forget everything
It made me forget, made me forget, made me forget
Made me forget everything