So much you can't get home,
Somehow you lost the wind.
Come up, come up for air,
In your mind, you're half beaten.
A short, short soul,
Goes up and in, then down.
The only dream you wore
Wears you out.
No ordinary joy.
You always miss your mark,
All the way.
Surround the factory,
I knew you'd mess it up
With me.
And now you miss this more,
And now you miss this more,
And now you're missing home.
Uncross your eyes and breathe,
You've been missing in your skin.
Forget where you come from,
Imagination always wins.
It's locked in the frost,
The day, passing blue;
Too much for everyone,
Just right for you.
It's no ordinary joy.
You always miss your mark,
All the way.
Surround the factory,
I knew you'd mess it up
For me.
It's no ordinary joy.
You always missed your mark,
All the way down.
Surround the factory,
I knew you'd mess it up
For me.