Child of the night take your thumb off of the road
I'll give you a ride where shall we go
There's too much space between our brains and our faces
Traces of lightning bolts
Feels like I've been moving backwards for all my life
Mama says at least you're moving
The doctor says I'm okay but I don't feel right
I guess medicine still can't prove it
Through the years we know some things disappear
Increase the dosage or die
Over time there'll be nothing left to find but silhouettes of cities on your mind
Feels like I've been moving backwards for all my life
Mama says at least you're moving
The doctor says I'm okay but I don't feel right
I guess
Facing joys and sorrows
Facing joys and sorrows
Simple lines we'll try and straighten out our spines
While picking the scabs off of our minds
Feels like I've been moving backwards for all my life
Mama says at least you're moving
The doctor says I'm okay but I don't feel right
I guess medicine still can't prove it
I guess medicine still can't prove it
I guess medicine still can't prove it