Don't wanna get off the air yet, the last few stops were sharply aimed Made of paper and vacant, I haven't found enough ways to spell your name yet My grey sky's like a faded piece of medicine, so inconvenient Blue eyes, are you waiting? Won't you come right outside, Molly, get the gear team from your room The walls are see-through, I try to undo you But you're like a tattoo Don't wanna get off the air yet, the last few stops were sharply aimed Made of paper and vacant, I haven't found enough ways to spell your name yet My grey sky's like a faded piece of medicine, so inconvenient Blue eyes, are you waiting? Won't you come right outside, Molly, get the gear team from your room You were playing on the grass You were jumping in the leaves When you noticed how the sun fell Overgrown and discreet In mid-January Talk show, listen up and let the call Talking *** about the world I swear I'm coming home soon Here's that playlist you wanted with bands I like on it Significant reasons to forgo the season A graveyard of postcards that fall short on meaning It feels like a dream but I don't know who's dreaming yet *