Chasing the Strings

You were busy throwing your voice

I'm above the rooftops, chasing the strings

Grew tired of contact from contacts

The drugs don't make you interesting

Clipped off echoes in contrast

Above the rooftops, repeating things

(I am the ancient sound) I am the ancient sound

(I am repeating things) Of ice fields calving

(I am the ancient sound) You drop off pieces of our hearts

(I am repeating things) Like they're not worth having

(I am repeating things) I am repeating

(I am repeating things) I am