i m going up the volcano sky is calling old as the earth is the mountains keep on falling out of reception and im not sure how to follow lines and the colors on the ground all running all over i m going up over lakes and over mini car lots up over breakfast table conversations open as a notebook would you believe would you rely on the scientific method often a thing falls apart the closer up you inspect it i m going up to a place where no one ever gets hurt she s in the voicemail in my pocket as i float above the woods in a t shirt would you believe would you 