歌詞
Am I imagining a friend or
Imagining an end or
Is this all that there is?
Am I leaning into static
Across the Atlantic
There's someone in the attic
But I can't make out the words
I live in a dead zone
Sing with the eyes closed
Always been disconnected
Ten feet off the ground
I put on my headphones
Listening real close
An unexpected making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
You've been talking in your sleep and
Walking off the deep end
Drinking every weekend
I've been listening to my breathing
Swept up by a feeling
There's secrets on the ceiling
But I can't make out the words
I live in a dead zone
Sing with the eyes closed
Always been disconnected
Ten feet off the ground
I put on my headphones
Listening real close
An unexpected making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound
Making sense of the sound