Interpret:

Early November, The

Album:

In Currents

Here's a story of a kid who had it all..
Well almost.
Lost touch but found control.
She was tough and had to break out on her own.
And she was just like you.
I feel like a kid again.
On my way back home.
Leaving a school that tripped my soul.
We were on top of a wounded plane.
And if we jump off you would all just fly away.
And forget our faces.
So when we hit ground on a solid front.
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run.
And bet on our races.
So now I'm on my way back and up again.
To find the lines to make me sound like them.
And if it brakes I'll glue the sea again..
And it's just like new.
I feel like a kid again.
On my way back from
Teaching a school that strips the soul.
We were on top of a wounded plane.
And if we jump off you would all just fly away.
And forget our faces.
So when we hit ground on a solid front.
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run.
And bet on our races.
I feel like a kid again.