| She had mixed me | |
| With someone she once seen | |
| Projected on her screen | |
| Now I'm blue tacked above her feet | |
| So go lightly don't wake her | |
| Let her dream | |
| Reflecting off the roof | |
| The whole world, it shimmers for you | |
| On a tree lined road | |
| My body took leave of my soul ' | |
| Hold on tight oblivion' she screams | |
| She's so strong when she's | |
| Digging into me | |
| My head almost broke my heart | |
| Perfection takes me years | |
| To unravel and maul apart | |
| The Trampoline is getting torn | |
| Landing hard and taking off | |
| What now must | |
| I use To get us both airborne | |
| I press green to play | |
| But the dial tone encores for me | |
| I try to dodge the cracks | |
| So not to hex it or paint it black | |
| I'm starting feel tremors of faith | |
| But never before on this scale | |
| My head almost broke my heart | |
| Perfection takes me years | |
| To unravel and maul apart | |
| The Trampoline is getting torn | |
| Landing hard and taking off | |
| What now must | |
| I use To get us both airborne | |
| You and I | |
| Always had someone to talk us down | |
| You and I | |
| Learned how to live without solid ground | |
| You and I | |
| Jump up and down on | |
| These straining ties | |
| That we're guaranteed to bind | |
| My head almost broke my heart | |
| Perfection takes me years | |
| To unravel and maul apart | |
| The Trampoline is getting torn | |
| Landing hard and taking off | |
| What now must | |
| I use To get us both airborne |