Right before I met you things were getting pretty green
I was on on an upswing though I could hardly hear a thing
I was looking up, looking out

Oh, it took me several mornings with my throat in a mangled knot
Sounding out my virtues and my vices and other thoughts
Struggling to remember the most recent things that I forgot
While I was looking up, looking out
Looking up, looking out

When you're always on
You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost
In a foreign tongue
You could hear that singin' that wouldn't wait to be sung
When you hear that singing that won't wait to be sung

Carbon copy portraits in a box that I was shuffling through
Stuffed with paper memories that are only partially true
Waiting to get a feeling about someone a lot like you
Looking up, looking out
Looking up, looking out

Witnessed classic meltdowns and devastating rain
Hurried up for waiting more times than I care to say
But it's clearer to us now that it's starting to change
We're moving up, moving out
Moving forward, moving out

When you're always on
You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost
In a foreign tongue
You could hear that singin' that wouldn't wait to be sung
Oh, you could hear that singing that wouldn't wait to be sung