Think
I constructed a cable car for all of my
Thoughts
And now at the station there is something going
On
I wouldn't sit and forego the endless rhythmic click of cogs that turn with every little Pinch and every
Drop
The conductor tips his hat, and turns his eyes up to the clouds
And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around
But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound
And they melt into my brain
But I swear I'm not insane
Because I'm thinking in English
Cool
So tell me about your vacant sunny train station
Stop
It's always devoid of people, the best place to have a
Read
You know despite all the cars, conductors do not have to let you in they see your face And then decide you're lost
But I can't say that I blame you
And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around.
But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound
And they melt into my brain
But I swear I'm not insane
Because I'm thinking in English
And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around.
But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound
And they melt into my brain
But I swear I'm not insane
Because I'm thinking in English