My posture's getting bad Am I really up this late again? Ain't afraid of this big world But of the small one that's inside my head What you do to me can only be described In the alien jewelry hanging in the sky Oh my This world is getting flat No I haven't left the house in days I wish that you were here There'd be nothing for me to replace What you do to me can only be described In the alien jewelry hanging in the sky Oh my What you do to me can only be described In the alien jewelry hanging in the sky Oh my