Little Scream People Is Place
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 space, cutting through space
Cutting through space, 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."
