My mirror looks like a window some days
I'm still surprised when who I see walks away
The night comes, the night goes
The light stays the same
Sun lacks a routine, and landscapes all change
Wanna be the person that reads books on trains
Writes like i'm wondering what Jules Verne would say
I don't wanna leave here, but I do want to escape
Sometimes
And oh,
Only victor's stories are told
But we're weighed down by gold
And if all of our dreams were matches
We would all be down twenty thousand leagues
If they would all land on our hands
Like butterflies
We would stand still
And hope they never leave
Hmm
I'm learning how to get around
This dark ocean floor
There's no lower, they've told me
But I'm still wanting more
What if the center of the earth
Doesn't rock me to my core?
Will I be too far gone?
And oh,
Only victor's stories are told
But we're weighed down by gold
And if all of our dreams were matches
We would all be down twenty thousand leagues
If they would all land on our hands
Like butterflies
We would stand still
And hope, hope
And oh, if this whole idea
Is an anchor
We'll always be down twenty thousand leagues
If it would just land on our hands
Like butterflies
We would stand still
And hope it never leaves
Hmm