Islander - Falling Up

I couldn’t catch my breath, or calculate my death

Design of secret lace, and now I’m lost in space

I couldn’t catch my breath

I’ll close the door, There’s no one home

I’ll catch my breath, and then half live

Things get stranger

The creaking of the gate, the spies will hide and wait

You think I’m deaf to hear, but my camera’s are everywhere

So now it comes to this?

Blinking lights, monitor and survey the sides

Everywhere I go Blinking lights, monitor and survey the skies

Things get stranger

One down, 250 down

The forest floor, the smell of pine

Everywhere I go things get stranger