Somewhere up There - Passion Pit

Baby, I get so lost

I saw you falling apart and I thought it was all my fault

But now you sing

Oh, how you sing!

With your voice like an angel attached to a broad pair of wings

But that’s the point

Because once we joined

The crowd started screaming and we couldn’t hear over the noise you spoke and

said—

(But in my head, I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me tread)

Oh, caught in the middle of deceptions

Just to get a part of the others, our authority figures

That would look like the others

The truths and the liars that were holding us both to the flames

So, now I cry -- I’m only trying to turn our hell to reality

And it’s so divine

Because the pain

And the time it takes to end all of the talking

And finally meet on a plane

And up there somewhere

And up there somewhere

You know when children are very little, the child-mother, or nurturer,

let’s call her mother.

The mother bond is developed- from day one,

starts real early and continues

There are three fundamental attachments that you can be:

Secure, ambivalent

Or distant

…in your attachment -- in other words, insecure in your attachment.

So, um…

Hi Mike, this is Mom.

Sorry I missed your call, I was out.

I’m out in the

garden, gardening, my favorite thing.

Um, anyway, thanks for the call.

I love you too, um, hope you’re doing well.

Anyway, um, uh, okay.

Just hanging out there.

We’re here and, everybody else is elsewhere.

Matt’s coming home this week from school and, um, whatever.

Okay.

Talk to you.

Love you.

Thanks for calling.

Bye