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