Lyric

Woke up with a comet on my pillowcase

Telling me the world was bending out of place

Coffee tasted like a message in disguise

Saying, “Run before the ordinary crystallizes.”

I’m not a map you can fold in your hands

I’m a signal skipping cities, skipping plans

I’ve got a satellite in my shoes

Pulling me where gravity refuses

Every step, the sky comes loose—

I’m walking off the edge of yesterday’s excuses

If I disappear into a quiet frequency

Tune your heart to the static—

You’ll still hear me

A satellite in my shoes…

Yeah, I’m moving how the universe moves