Last track of the months
Last track of the time
I haven't seen you all
Since we were drinking mulled wine
I had this dream
That our house flooded
Inches away from destruction
Oh, I don't know what it meant
Oh, I don't know what it meant
But I see parallels
Between this universe and the old
Oh, I don't know what it meant

One foot on each
Plate that's shifting, drifting
Slipping further
Slipping, drifting away
So I come down

But I'm a routine worrier
So I check in with the folks
The lines feel blurrier
Each conversation's like a toke
Still my physical
Station remains just the same
Yep
On my bedroom walls
It's only the curtains that change their pattern
Orange scattered, sunlight spatters
Walls
Walls
Walls
Found new paths to walk
Found a friend in my life
In my mind
She doesn't always talk
So I'll find ways to pass the time
Oh, I'll find ways to pass the time
Oh, I'll find ways to pass the time
I'll find ways to pass the time