I'm the same as I was when I was six years old
And oh my God, I feel so old
I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh my God, they look so alone
Do they really feel anything?

Oh my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move yourself
When that you're moving from is yourself?
The universe works on a math equation
That never really even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation

We're on the tip of it's tongue and it is saying
We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

And oh my God and oh my cat
I told my dad what I need
Well, I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said, he said, he said, he said
Where we're going, I'm dead