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My Space Is Overgrown

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Well my fingertips up close look like

The world from far away

And I'll make it so they always try

To reach and rest against a kind of light

Well I've never seen a summer storm

Before but I think it would make me change

Oh, my eyes

So call me out

My space is overgrown

And all our place

Can feel so long ago

Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel

So much like barricades

And I'll make it so they always try

To remember they were made in a kind of light

And the things that rush through fingertips

They would never want to be the same

If I had a time

So reach up out and move

From my waking close

And all our life can feel

Sometimes so overgrown

Well sometimes I wish our throats didn't feel

So much like barricades

And our fingertips up close look like

The world from far away