Texty: Modest Mouse. Building Nothing Out Of Something. Neverending Math Equation.

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And, oh, my God, I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move, when what you're moving from
Is yourself, is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongues, and it is saying

Well, we ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And, oh, my God, I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Where do you move, when what you're moving from
Is yourself, is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
That never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue and it is saying

Well, we ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines, and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

Well, oh, my God and, oh, my cat
I told my dad what I need
Well, I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said, he said, he said, he said
"I'm glad we're going, I'm dead"