Kite Eating Tree

a hundred acres, we spread ourselves thin

we're just looking for a place to fit

so we move into a ghost house

in a ghost town

slam the door watch the whole thing fall down

we're gonna shake our hips

we're gonna bruise our wrists

sometimes these streets belong to me

but now they belong to everybody

everybody else i see

i'm not looking for action,

just some distraction

we're gonna shake our hips

we're gonna bruise our wrists

we're gonna cross every goal off the list

and never gonna get any more fulfilled

now you feel amputated,

yr a body of phantom limbs (oh yeah)

cuz everything you reach for

stays in its place

yr feeling now it'll always be the same

but i don't wanna be moping around

like some kind of new wave Charlie Brown

if i've got the rock

then who's got the candy?

who's gonna cut the eye holes for me?

i'm gonna sleep in vans driving

down motorways

escape the city jumping on board trains

i'm drinking coffee

because the days pass too slowly

i'm drinking coffee

because the days pass too slowly

we're gonna shake our hips

we're gonna bruise our wrists

i'm gonna click my heals together 3 times

and hope i'm somewhere new

when i open my eyes