The evidence on the pillow
It falls to the ground from the window
Stay on the couch, get away from the window
Sometimes I can't tell you

All your clothes are in piles
Your closet's not closing
Your twelfth house is rising
The new age is coming, I'm falling to pieces
I'm breakin up and wondering
All your, all your, all your opinions of me

Where were you when those men came?
Up in the cupboards and behind the dishes
The radio blasts from somebody's apartment

Because I've got one and you've got the other's got one and I've got
I've got one and you've got the other's got one and I've got
All your, all your, all your
On a mission gonna fly away

It could be so bigger than the rest
And it could be so bigger than the rest
And it could be so bgger than the rest
And it could be so bigger than the rest

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ROBERT ZABRECKY