It's a 7-minute drive or a 90-minute walk
You know the one I coupled with
I couldn't sit in my skin, and I couldn't escape it
I was a dry-felt approximation of human
I need science fiction
I need escapism, so sing out a rhythm
Something different
Sing anything and make me listen
You have my permission
So when everything started getting hit by rain, it felt correct
It felt correct, the getting pelted