Take all my records, just leave me the sleeves.
You can pull out their hearts and I'll take memories.
Propellers are falling from the tops of the trees;
cutting through s***e, cutting through s***e,
cutting through s***e, they fall into place.
From Leuven to Losan the feeling just grew,
and it took on the shape of a bird that you drew.
Then all the way home from Paris you said
"People is place... people lose place...
people is place... and I feel misplaced."
You can pull out their hearts and I'll take memories.
Propellers are falling from the tops of the trees;
cutting through s***e, cutting through s***e,
cutting through s***e, they fall into place.
From Leuven to Losan the feeling just grew,
and it took on the shape of a bird that you drew.
Then all the way home from Paris you said
"People is place... people lose place...
people is place... and I feel misplaced."