Not At HomeI'm not at home
I have no instruments, no instruments
I'm using yours
I'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
And when i'm home, i'm not at home
And when i'm home, i'm not at home
I'm having thoughts of driving in a storm
And It's Alrightseven shooting stars in one night
the water and sand in our eyesight
the rocks in our hands preparing for flight
the lack of sleeping but it's alright
and it's all
and it's all
and it's all
Below ItIn the sight of eight lakes
In the sound of screaming girls
In the sight of black, black, black
In the view of ground, ground, ground
Ground, ground, ground
Below, below me
Beneath, beneath me
Below, below me
Guilt's Tuneshe was not able to go somewhere
unless she could clearly see the end
even though most times she did arrive
the place looked so much different
if some duck ever tried to help her
she spit right in his face
Human Eyeballs on ToastFeathers and a cage too small
Chemicals that make us tall
Too fast, too fast
All my friends look the same
All of us feel the same pain
Always pain
I say goodbye too oftenFirst I'm here and then I'm there
Then I'm here and then I'm there
From there I'll go anywhere
And there's always somewhere
That I'll be going
And I just might go without you knowing
Any place from China to Brazil
It Starts HearWhat have you seen?
What haven’t you seen?
Most things
I can’t be certain but I think
I have a lot to learn
About you
Sometimes you fill the air
And it’s hard for me to breath
Let It GoThere was a time when I fully embraced it
But now I can hardly face it
Face the truth of where I stand on this line
Curving up, bringing down what I see as natural time
I hope I can keep up
I hope I can keep up
Not At Homei'm not at home
i have no instruments, no instruments
i'm using yours
i'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
i'm having thoughts of driving in a storm
Unsung Heroescnd now, as I sit by the Hawthorn tree
Listening to the Universal
Language
That's in the wind, the
Orchestra of bird song, the
Groaning sheep and lake water weep
Everything is here now. It's all
With The Notes In My EarsOh the ones I often dreamt of with the notes in my ears.
And the ones I often mimicked,
With the notes on my fingers.
Ooh. Ooh. (Repeat)
And my bed is on the floor, yes my bed is on the floor.
Of one of the ones I often dreamt of with the notes in my ears.
And that’s why I know that I can say I’m lucky today.