歌詞
If it's all in my head
here's hoping it stays in there
No I'm not tired
it's the look I was born to wear
A little surprised
a little beyond repair
I take a turn
sweet inertia of going somewhere
Car chase on the screen
Could swear that it moves the air
My miniature friends
make me feel I belong in there
Blown out sky at the beach today
White on white
it all looks the same
Glance down at my hands
to give me something to name
Written by: Karina Churchill Gill
