It feels just like
Brand new carpet between my toes
Something to keep me calm
Talk Low, someone's sleeping in my upstairs
Talk Low, I wouldn't want anyone to know what I think
Except maybe you
Sifting through the pieces of the shattered part
Laughing in the dark
There's something foreign growing. Now
I've got to live my life the way I always wanted to.
Everybody stands with memory sitting on their shoulders
It keeps you from floating off the earth.
Sifting through the pieces of the shattered part
Laughing in the dark
Talk Low