Из альбома: Tiny Cities
i'm the same as i was when i was six years old.
and oh my god, i feel so old.
i don't really feel anything.
on a plane, i can see the tiny lights below.
and oh my god, they look so alone.
do they really feel anything?
oh my god, i've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on.
where do you move yourself when that you're moving from is yourself?
the universe works on a math equation that never really even ever really even ends in the end.
infinity spirals out creation.
we're on the tip of it's tongue, and it is saying, "we ain't sure where you stand. you ain't machines and you ain't land."
and the plants and the animals, they are linked.
and the plants and the animals eat each other.
and oh my god.
and oh my cat.
i told my dad what i need.
well, i know what i have and want,
but i don't know what i need.
well, he said, he said, he said, he said, "where we're going i'm dead."