Lyrics
What was that song that was flying through the air
Something about miracles and long distance
To know the names of rooms you’ve never been in Statistically fitter
Practical paranoia
These old grey ghosts won’t leave me alone
Won’t stop picking at me Like they’ve got somewhere to be Heard you’re the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you’re the kind they cheered on These days I’m believing anything I’m hearing
These days I’m believing anything at all
You’ll always win because you’re loud
Formaldahyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank
The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh
As the letter opener goes in Heard you’re the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you’re the kind they cheered on
«You're gonna miss me,» it says
In the black plaster nighttime
«You're gonna miss me,» it says
As it blocks out the sun