What was that song that was flying through the air
Something about miracle and long distance
To know the names of rooms you've never been in
Statistically fitter
Practical paranoia
These old grey ghosts won't leave me alone
Won't stop picking at me
Like they've got somewhere to be
Heard you're the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you're the kind
They cheered on
Heard you're the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you're the kind
They cheered on
These days I'm believing anything I'm hearing
These days I'm believing anything at all
These days I'm believing anything I'm hearing
These days I'm believing anything at all
You'll always win because you're loud
Formaldehyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank
The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh
As the letter opener goes in
Heard you're the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you're the kind
They cheered on (they cheered on)
Heard you're the kind
High on The Great Divide
Heard you're the kind
They cheered on
"You're gonna miss me," it said
In the black plaster nighttime
"You're gonna miss me," it said
As it blocks out the sun
These days I'm believing anything I'm hearing
These days I'm believing anything at all
These days I'm believing anything I'm hearing
These days I'm believing anything at all
Anything at all