i'll carry my fault to the sea and salt 
and i know it's dragging me along 
i wish i was more than a hollow frame 
riding through time on a tidal wave 
and i know i won't be here long 

so cut me open and count my rings 
to know such incalculable things 
cause everything is just spiraling 
all i've ever been i will be 
and i know i'm growing, growing, gone 

and from now on i can do no wrong 
cause i know this has all been done 
what good is it to be stuck on repeat 
in isolated symmetry 
but i know i'm never alone 
i know i'm never alone 

you and i will meet 
on a cosmic street 
where the people are all stars 
driving around in cars 
and everything looks strange 
when you're floating through space 
this is home 
but you feel out of place