pela cochlea >> Lady Lamb - Billions of Eyes

The kind of high I like is when I barely make the train
And the people with a seat smile big at me
Because they know the feelin'
And for a millisecond we share a look like a family does
Like we have inside jokes
Like we could call each other by little nicknames
And I could tell the story of how
My great grandmother's sister was deemed a saint
How they exhumed her body after years of being buried
And they found she hadn't even begun' to sully
So they moved her again, straight into the Vatican