From the recording Traveling with Ghosts
dreamt of all the light-years
stuck in the shed
letting go of the fears in my head
anyway anyway anyway i couldn’t stop
anyway anyway anyway i was afraid
sarah, falling down the rabbit hole again
you’re too young to be running out of luck
in this muck
running late to the party again
you’re a superstar, so splendid
any way any way any way i couldn’t stop
any way any way any way i was dead
sarah, falling down the rabbit hole again
you’re too young to be running out of luck, in this muck
crash crash crash, on the floor
you’re a basement, empty vacant,
let me hide my treasures inside of you