Ears Were Growing

Ears were growing, eyes were rolling

I was sitting

on the sofa

You were telling some old lie

But no one cared, not even a fly

Did you cheer, I did not see it?

Would I even have believed it?

Take me to the cinema

I want to inhabit the actress!

Cause I’m tired of feeling low

Oh oh oh open to letting go

Take me to another city.

I’ll feel high, in love, and pretty.

Then I’ll be in silver hands ­

And nothing can compete with that.

The more i want the more it grieves me.

The glass is cracking underneath me.

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Call a doctor, I need help!

To paint a picture

of this fever!

Cause I’m tired of feeling low

Oh oh oh open to letting go

Fracturing the stone, till it begins to fade.

I’m opening the door, letting the light play.

I’m wondering, how this will continue, ah ah.

Is it happening, regardless of us [uh us]

.

Ears where growing eyes where rolling

You and me back on the sofa

And nothing can compete with that

Cause I’m tired of feeling low.

Oh oh oh Open to letting go.

I’m tired of feeling low.

Oh oh oh Open to letting go.