• I always feel safer when I'm off in the dark
    Like you cannot hear me, regardless of where you are
    Which is off in the daylight--
    Laughing and talking like you're made of sunbeams
    If I tried living like that, I think I'd split at the seams
    I'd fall open, and spill out everywhere
    And you'd see that all I was made up of inside
    Was just a bunch of dreams
    Thoughts and notions of who I could be, and when
    A petty devotion to being able to fit my poor heart in a box
    I could write a brochure
    Because I'm 100% sure of who I'm not
    And how you can reach me
    Now that I know there's no one who can teach me, unleash me
    No man to tell me who I am
    No soul under the sun, no one
    Only I can know, think, speak, of the places I can go
    I know if I hang around for a little too long
    Every voice that I hear will start to twist, turn, like a song
    that will move me along
    To get to everywhere I haven't been:
    Places we've never seen before will start to look
    Familiar.