i'll carry my fault to the sea and salt
and i know it's dragging me along
i wish i was more than a hollow frame
riding through time on a tidal wave
and i know i won't be here long
so cut me open and count my rings
to know such incalculable things
cause everything is just spiraling
all i've ever been i will be
and i know i'm growing, growing, gone
and from now on i can do no wrong
cause i know this has all been done
what good is it to be stuck on repeat
in isolated symmetry
but i know i'm never alone
i know i'm never alone
you and i will meet
on a cosmic street
where the people are all stars
driving around in cars
and everything looks strange
when you're floating through space
this is home
but you feel out of place