Big World - Cloakroom

There’s got to be a pressure point

Someone else can hold

I’ve got this ache between my temples

Maybe it’s my inner-eye dusting off its lens

Maybe it’s that fight-or-flight acting up again… again

Take me outside, show me what I’ve been missin'

People never fail to entertain my sour disposition

Greater in thought, lesser in shape

Aeon of a child, sickness of the age

Over the ridge the circle completes

Around you and around me

There’s got to be some kind of way to counteract the pull

Like a medium moves between two worlds

Yet I know there is only one plane I’m wanderin'

There is only but one way for my wheels to spin

Take me outside, show me what I’ve been missin'

People never fail to entertain my sour disposition

Greater in thought, lesser in shape

Aeon of a child, sickness of the age

Over the ridge the circle completes

Around you and around me

I’ve been dreaming in a broken bed

Pulling off a tail that’ll grow again (Around you and around me)

Becoming convinced our cold blood

Needs a little pain, needs a little sun (Around you and around me)

Nourished by the sun, nothing’s going to change

Shedding old skin, growing new fangs (Around you and around me)

Put me in a tomb, send me into space

In a little tank to disintegrate (Around you and around me)

I’ll disintegrate brighter than most

Over the ridge on your way home (Around you and around me)

On your way home, tuning out the noise

Aeon of a child, sickness of the age (Around you and around me)