I was standing, backward facing
Left of comfort, no more tracing
Break my facade, this is but a gem
A pyramid of windows
Break down the cause, black out all the mirrors
Stuff them full of pillows
Heavy traffic, if I could blast it
Stand on my head, how fantastic
Break my facade, this is but a gem
A pyramid of windows
Break down the cause, black out all the mirrors
Stuff them full of pillows
If I could see the stars align, I'd take control
Oh oh oh sometimes I wonder if I'm here to wander