Texty: You Am I. Someone Else's Home.

I've checked all the dailies
And subscription mail inns
But where do we come from?

You never stopped dusting
My middle ear's always buzzing
Where do we belong?
Trust me not 'cause I still don't know

We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home

Do you really want to exist past 1946
Or have I got you wrong?

When nothing much matters
But shoes, pants and haircuts
The morning engines go

Heaven's toast, like the sound they told

We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home

We're gonna run away
Make your heart my own
And if we're not hot at least we're not
In someone else's home

Subscription filled the yellow pills

We're not in someone else's
Someone else's home
We're gonna run away, make your heart my own
And if we're not hot at least we're not
In someone else's home