Lyrics
My little sister wrote a letter to me
On lined paper I read the words over and over
And I remember a dream from when I was 13
About a long drive looking at a map
And being able to see myself waving at me
A search party for the one page missing from the dictionary
A kite caught in a tree
A gown floating in the bathtub ominously
And no, I'm not asleep in this impossible heat
I'm on the balcony hallucinating lucid dreams
On the balcony hallucinating lucid dreams
I had a terrifying flashback
Of a fatal bicycle crash
An epilepsy attack
A claustrophobic in a phone booth calling a cab
Met in the morning by the straight cat sunshine
Low like the cocaine follow-up
Crocodile sitting on the sill of a window
Caught me off guard every other day
Not then though
Looked to the left to the mountain
Somehow hidden
Didn't think to imagine
How it might have happened
Kept walking to the park with the fountain
Right around the corner from the 24th hour
Eyes sunken like an ocean liner
And out there
The tension in the thin air
Shimmering through everything I see
Electricity flows along its sacred haunts
From the Athabascan fonts
To the mighty Saint-Laurent
Amalève I want to hold you tight
Don't you know I want to do it right
I want to sing the resurrection song
I want to fit the world into my palm
Tell me there's no wrong or right
Shine bright
Delight
Turn right or left
Bereft of a voice to call your own
It's like there's nobody home
Just a monkey done gone to heaven
12: 37 or 11: 11: 11
You can read it in the face of every one you meet
Read it in the street
You know it's trying to hide but it's yours to find
Did I mention that the weather's a reflection of what's inside?
So you can join me as the day breaks
What a difference the day makes
Sheds light on the animal earthquakes
The tidal waves and toothaches
Like the sound
Like the sight
Like the pull of the river on the heart of the sinner
Like the sufi and the saint and the symbol
Living in the pastor
Singing to the pulpit
Feels like another false prophet
I feel like a boat or a whale
With a secretive system for sense of direction
Correct navigation
A lost invitation
The wrong information
It's what got me here
Faking my own self-destruction
I'm more of a nothing than less of a something
With reason for running
Enjoying the sun while it's raining
Believing in changing without rearranging the furniture
Watching the walls with a fever
Believer in black magic markers and books without covers
The sensitive sinner's a ladybug lover
