Imogen Heap - 1-feb lyrics

First the earth was flat But it fattened up when we didn't fall off Now we spin laps round the sun All the gods lost 2-1 And holes to heaven pointed out to us from light years away We're surrounded by a billion galaxies Things are not always Things are not always how they seem Will you be ready? Will you be ready? The interim of life Has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes On the top dog of dreams You're not alone in this The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness Of the gaps Things are not always Things are not always how they seem They don't turn out always Don't quite turn out always how we think Will we be ready? Will we be ready? I'm dying to know, what's in your head I'm dying to know, how it all got in there I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all I'm dying to know Tell me is it my fault? And I care about you, darling And I care about you Course I care about you More than anyone else Things are not always Things are not always how they seem They don't turn out always Don't quite turn out always how we think Will we be ready?