Maps & Atlases - Every Place Is a House lyrics

Knee at the bottom of the wheel As a guide this thing was made to Be grabbed and thrown over the side Feet on the dashboard on the way Home clipping your nails like a metronome Raised gla** to cheeles and unfamiliar hands Pretending every place is a house And we are all blinking As long as the point of tears is yours The last laugh This is an imprecise surgeor now Taking part without putting back together at all Far from the middle We listen to the sounds they make The sounds they make the sounds they make the sounds Crutches and canvas searching for windows and bread and Pretending every place is a house