[ Featuring the Nosebleeds ]
Crazy's not a line you cross
It's a circle
That you run in
Love is not an accident
It's a cloud
The shape of you
God is more than a concept
It's a lock-step
With things
And people and places unknown
Space is just a construct
It's there
To keep us safe
Lying isn't easy
But I'm going down the drain
Clowns keep track of my memories
And butterflies blow bubbles in my brain
