It's Not - Restorations

What was that song that was flying through the air

Something about miracles and long distance

To know the names of rooms you’ve never been in

Statistically fitter

Practical paranoia

These old grey ghosts won’t leave me alone

Won’t stop picking at me

Like they’ve got somewhere to be

Heard you’re the kind

High on The Great Divide

Heard you’re the kind they cheered on

These days I’m believing anything I’m hearing

These days I’m believing anything at all

You’ll always win because you’re loud

Formaldahyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank

The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh

As the letter opener goes in

Heard you’re the kind

High on The Great Divide

Heard you’re the kind they cheered on

«You're gonna miss me,» it says

In the black plaster nighttime

«You're gonna miss me,» it says

As it blocks out the sun