Lost my headache
When you drew the shape of the sky
 
On my shoulder blades
On my wrists ankles and thighs 
 
Push me down into a fabulous trap door
I can see an island at the end of the funnel
 
Sepia sounds like a name I could fall for
I’ll uncover my ears at the end of the tunnel
 
Lost my memory 
In the mist of San Francisco
 
Milkier than the ivory 
Of an untuned piano 
 
Push me down into a fabulous trap door
I can see an island at the end of the funnel
 
Sepia sounds like a name I could fall for
I’ll uncover my ears at the end of the tunnel