The Farm
Album: Paper Island
By: Paper Island
By: Paper Island
Duration
2:51
Genres
Lyrics
The Farm I got two things and none of them make sense. Everything’s all balled up inside three cents. I wonder if they can see the insides of me, I don’t think anything floats around these trees. Taking for steps and then turning back, It looks like I just went and dropped my map. The earth, the moon, the stars, and the rain, I wonder if they’ll ever be the same. Five times inside of your brain, I still think you’ve gone insane. So I just sit on the doorstep by the mat, Playing with drum and trying to relax. Those stories were nice delivered and wrapped, Keeping my fears away like some trap. Boiling over and evaporating away, Looking for just the right words to say, “We are all going to be okay.” The earth, the moon, the stars, and the rain, I wonder if they’ll ever be the same. Five times inside of your brain, I still think you’ve gone insane. We are all going to be okay.
