From Up Here Songtext
von Sofia Wolfson

From up here I can see it all
The trees are big, the leaves are small
If I could be a little more
Like leaves in the wind, I′d float for sure

Everything feels heavy and I can't hold
Another pound of ashes in the Boston cold
Everything is plastic in possessive nouns
Solipsistic people keep bringing me down
Welcome home

Glued to the screens all flashing red
I hide my book and fake dead
Maybe I should live off the grid
Make lists of things I never did


Everything is melting and I can′t cool
They didn't teach me how to calm down in school
Everything is nothing on unnamed streets
This all tastes sour when they call it sweet
Welcome home

One day I swear I'm getting out
There will be nothing to lie about
I can pledge truth and truth alone
My body′s glass, I′ll make it stone

Everything is half when I need it whole
Now they're trying to call this rock n′ roll
Everything is nothing when you look up close
And that's what fucking hurts me the most
That′s what fucking hurts me the most
That's what fucking hurts me the most
Welcome home