The Himalayans - Round Here lyrics

Go to sleep little baby Go to sleep little one Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her cryin' Why? I don't know Round here We always stand up straight Round here Something radiates Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here She's slipping through my hands Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walkin' on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside my warehouse, takes her clothes off Says she's close to understanding Jesus Yeah, she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here We're carving out our names Round here We all look the same Round here We're cool as kittens, out there the dogs, they cry Round here I'm running out of lives There, on the violent tide of sleep She's fast asleep and dreamin' Here, on the lightenin' side of me She comes awake She says, "It's only in my head." She says, "Shhh...I know, it's only in my head." The girl on the car in the parking lot Says, "Man, you should try and take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling." Now she looks up at the building, says she's thinkin' of jumping She says she's tired of life; she must be tired of something Round here She's always on my mind Round here Hey man, I've got lots of time Round here We're never sent to bed early, man, nobody makes us wait Round here We stay up very, very, very, very late I said, I'm under the gun round here I said, I'm under the gun, under the gun, round here She says, "Why you gotta always..." Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I can't see nothin', nothin' round here Said I can't see no No, no, no round here I can't see nothin' round here