do you think i'm paranoid? see, i can never tell
if you asked i'd say we're closer here to heaven than to hell,
but i repeat: this place somehow makes me feel unwell

everyone is complicated and unique but still all scared to die
no one's really crying. everybody's just got something in their eye
yeah i can't place it but i made a wrong turn somewhere along the line

after spending long enough here everybody seems to learn
just sit back relax and listen try to hang on every word
i only can't get past the fact that it's so sunny
in the guts of the world

so i'll wait until the morning 'till i pack my bags and leave
(if i hurry i think i can manage seven hours of sleep)
because while everything is perfect here
well, it ain't the place i need

well, the sun's too bright, the sun's too bright,
someone do something about it, yeah
well, the sun's too bright, the sun's too bright,
someone do something about it, yeah
and when i saw you smiling it was terrifying
and i will run until my legs give out
and i will run until my legs give out
and i will run until my legs give out

there's a tightness in my chest that's creeping up the wall
all around here, and it's not my place to judge this place at all
but from the inside, i feel like everything is way too small