It's probably just a small place With a lot of land around it, on a hill French garden on the outside, probably big Entrance with a gate Must be a place of solitude, a mental solitude It's an attitude that I know very well But a physical place?
Only have one little staircase And the typical fountain in the entrance Garden extends around the house But keep it simple, maybe another fountain on the other side Something a bit bigger, but not necessarily huge You know, or like a low fence with a little gate that's never closed What a great view, enjoy the tranquility In the alley for the cypresses that leads to the house And then just this vast sort of, uh, horizon Gather my senses together in the woods, experience hope
I keep dungeon for the darker thoughts To cleanse myself, to be able to go downstairs and scream I think if there's a, if there's a palace in my mind It's, It's less sort of a, a fortress away from the rest of the world It's halfway between the world and the stars The sounds for the colors, for the possibilities of perception Absolute clarity, I know the answers You can just get away from everything Except or your own thoughts, grounded in that entity I don't think I would feel alone because it doesn't really matter You have the best view you could possibly imagine I think you can see the stars a lot better up there You can bend them everywhere Somewhere near the event horizon of solitude (Absolute tranquility) over the end of every road
All of the ghosts, people you love Even your friends don't want to know But you can depend on every note Over the end of every road
But that's a lie You actually believe that you have the formula, no And then you see that it is all wrong Afraid I might become a stranger And you'd just be trapped with yourself Everything falls apart
Compositores: Jules Crommelin, Anatole Serret, Louie Swain, Patrick Hetherington & Noah Hill