It comes through the door and lands out of habit
Can’t tell you the shape, but I’m looking straight at it
Followed around, feet on the ground gently
Then I have the urge to jump off the balcony
Land with a splash where passersby will be
River below, carry me home gently
I love the feeling, I love the space between
I draw a line from my head to the balcony
I draw a line and get carried away with it
Keeping my pockets full, carry the weight of it
Home for the week try to show you the way that it
Feels hard to speak when I’m under the sway of it
Finger the edges, make out the argument
Mark out the edges, make out the influence
She said take me to god, I can feel it all over me
In time for the summer, lavender, raspberries
Taken to heaven, rejected as fantasy
It comes through the door and it sings out with gravity
I am a bumper car, i am a one-way street
Roofs in the trees they will always be there for me
I hear it all night in the way that you sing softly
I am the asphalt, I’ll never die
I take it for granted you’ll always be there for me
I write a song and you sing back the melody
Come back with spring bringing all human history
Water the ground, smile out of habit
Out of our depth, but the seeds have all sprouted
I draw a line from my head to the ceiling
I draw a line from my head to the sky
I am a puppet, the clouds they all sing to me
I am the asphalt, I’ll never die
I am a bumper car, I am a one-way street
I am the place where the roofs meet the trees
It comes through the door and it sings back the melody
It comes through the door and it sits down to eat