Restorations - It's Not

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