Think I constructed a cable car for all of my Thoughts And now at the station there is something going On I wouldn't sit and forego the endless rhythmic click of cogs that turn with every little Pinch and every Drop The conductor tips his hat, and turns his eyes up to the clouds And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound And they melt into my brain But I swear I'm not insane Because I'm thinking in English Cool So tell me about your vacant sunny train station Stop It's always devoid of people, the best place to have a Read You know despite all the cars, conductors do not have to let you in they see your face And then decide you're lost But I can't say that I blame you And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around. But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound And they melt into my brain But I swear I'm not insane Because I'm thinking in English And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around. But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound And they melt into my brain But I swear I'm not insane Because I'm thinking in English