You know that feeling, when you’re dreaming
Like something matters, like
There’s a point
Cause you’re so close to the answer
And your thoughts sound like a voice
And last night I made it farther than I ever have before
Everything felt so familiar, I went straight for the right door

Sometimes I remember how to fly
There’s a muscle that you flex,
And then you feel it in your spine
Don’t forget to let go of your mind
Your thoughts they are deadweight tethers
Of an old finite design

And I don’t know what this house is
That never seems to end
But I think it might be me built by my soul to make amends

There’s a room full of blue bottles
And a thousand trampolines
There are rice paper sky tunnels
That curl when my house breathes
There are portholes behind paintings
Balloons that fly me up to space
And I can’t tell if I’m going deeper
Or trying to escape

And when I was a house
She was the space between the furniture
And when my dreams took me down south
Maybe she felt like I deserted her
And I know that that’s not fair
I had her songs sewn on my sleeves
But I don’t really care
Without her space it’s hard to breathe