Palm trees, you used to sway
In my childhood vacation dreams
But now you bend and break
Not sure how much more I can take
Click my heels to take me home
Photographs, captured moments of better times I had
But as the photo collects dust
And the frame begins to rust
I’m ready to sell off all I own

My face is buried deep in this carpet draping concrete
I wanna be stitched into this floor
My heart’s racing to an unmarked finish line
Trembling hands, idling mind
Just turn out the lights before you close the door

Coastline, mis-circumnavigating
Everything all of the time
Devoid of all emotion
Drowning in this fucking ocean
Just click my heels to take me home
So sing a tune
This sunshine’s stifled behind these clouds of gloom
And as I stumble to my feet
I can feel the summer heat
I’m ready to sell off all I own

Blank face staring back at me
I ask myself the question
Well just what will become
Of my record collection?
And my face is buried deep
In this carpet draping concrete
I wanna be stitched into this floor