I'd search through anything for anything to end somewhere
Drink clouds through a sun ray with my eyes in the sun elsewhere
Two places at once is more than I should try to hide behind in my mind
I'd go through anything for anything to end somewhere
Read 'Heartaches and Pleasures' by old french professors' young au pair
"Nous sommes tous à la recherche du temps perdu cacher" somewhere behind
Scott's singing "Angels of Ashes" we're sharing that moment
A piano of souls play out our unmet goals time and formless
I greet the sound of the world, when it blows through my forehead