Escalator from dreamt by Inland Island

I must have been dreaming 'cause death didn't save me,
I stood over my body.
Everything hangs by communication threads, we would be nowhere.
Illiterate recipients receiving ransom notes, their parents had been childish.
It's been a long while since I've talked face to face, with anyone clearly here at all.

I'm not trying to sell you out, I've got my own price to pay,
But there's something I've gotta tell ya, I'm here to stay.

Oh there have been times when I'm ready to pack it up, but I've always thought twice.
Except for that one summer time, oh the summer time comes on by, like sake at the sushi bar.
So fill the duffel bag up what can I say but that vine-y streets will deceive you.
And don't walk too close to the swinging door that'll push you to the middle of the hall.

I'm not trying to sell you out, I've got my own price to pay,
But there's something I oughta tell ya, I'm here to stay.

'Cause when you stop, you become stairs
But when I stop, everyone stares.

• Pop
• experimental
• singer-songwriter
• Canada