Noah Georgeson - Hand Me, Please, A City текст песни

When I speak of places I speak of them as people

And question them at length


Why they are not my home

Why are they not home



When I speak of people I speak of them as things

I put them in their place

I keep them in collection

Keep them collections



When I speak of things I speak of them as places

Hand me, please, a city

Hand me, please, an ocean

Hand me, please, an ocean