Glutenhead Rucksack Lyrics

We exit the front of the someday lodge
Clutching our rucksacks close to our hearts

Our interest wanes and waxes between
Suspending our minds and catching our demons

Do you find any time for your heart?
You were chasing erasers
Destroying your art

Do you want to restart anymore?
Will you pick up the pushpins
You dropped on the floor

I don and #39; t, I don and #39; t‚ I don and #39; t‚ I don and #39; t

Look up at the sky
The sparkling blue light
The feeling has passed
You and #39; re not gonna last

Look up at the stars
Find out who you are

The washing machine
Suspended in scene
The feeling has passed
You're not gonna last

Do you find any time for your heart?
You were chasing erasers
Destroying your art

Do you want to restart anymore?
Will you pick up the pushpins
You dropped on the floor