I must be too late
I'm pacing, I look up at the doors in front of my face
It must be today
Read the clock with the sticky notes you made
I'm unattended here as a superglued tapedecker beats your name

I'm running out of time,
We're running out of time

I feel like I climbed up to heaven
and I'm locked outside
I feel like I climbed up to heaven
and I'm locked outside.

I ran all night and day
only to find that I was running in place
I can't sleep at night when
I evaluate conceptions of becoming away
I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my fingernails
Analyzing the freeway

'Cause the light at the very end of the tunnel is just another train
and I remodel the word anxiety
and I made it a phrase.
I peel my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away.

I feel like I climbed up to heaven,
and I'm locked outside
I feel like I climbed up to heaven,
and I'm locked outside