Growing Up (Tom Lord-Alge Remix)

Folded in your fleshy purse
I am floating once again
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
All the walls close in on me
Pressure's building wave on wave
'Til the water breaks - and outside I go
Oh...

One dot (that's on or off, defines what is and what is not)
One dot
Two dot (a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise)
Two dot

Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live
Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live
Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live

My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

Three dot (a trinity, a way to map the universe)
Three dot
Four dot (is what will make a
square, a bed to build on, it's all there)
Four dot

My ghost likes to travel so far in
the unknown (my ghost like to travel)
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

The breathing stops, I don't know when
In transition once again
Such a struggle getting through these changes
And it all seems so absurd
To be flying like a bird
When I do not feel I've really landed here

Well on the floor there's a long wooden table
On the table there's an open book
On the page there's a detailed drawing
And on the drawing is the name I took

My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live
Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live
Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live
Growing up (growing up)
Looking for a place to live

My ghost likes to travel (moving inside)
My ghost likes to travel (moving inside of your space)
My ghost likes to travel (moving inside)
My ghost likes to travel (moving inside of your space)