Growing Up Tom Lord-Alge Remix

Folded in your fleshy purse, I am floating once again. While the muted sounds are pumping Rhythm. All the walls close in on me. Pressure's building wave on wave. 'Til the water breaks and I'll Set Afloat. One dot. Electronic watch defines what is and what Is not. One dot. Two dot. A pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, Complete surprise. Two dot. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. Growing up. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. Growing up. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. My ghosts like to travel So far in the unknown. My ghosts like to travel So deep into your space. Three dot. The trinity, a way to map the Universe. Three dot. Four dot. Square, a rectangle, diamond, so bold. Dot. My ghosts like to travel So far in the unknown. My ghosts like to travel So deep into your space. The breathing stops, I don't know when. In transition once again. Such a struggle getting through These changes. And it all seems so absurd To be flying like a bird. When I do not feel I've really Landed here. Well, on the floor there's a long wooden table. On the table there's an open book. On the page is a detailed drawing. And on the drawing is the name I took. Growing up. Growing Looking for a place to live. Growing up. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. Growing up. Growing up. Looking for a place to live. Growing Growing up. Looking for a place to live. My ghosts like to travel. My ghosts like to travel. My ghosts like to travel. My ghosts like to travel.