midiscography

I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world
The place of so many parents’ lifelong
prayers just so their children could go
Now I can’t help feeling just as excited
climbing what soon will be familiar stairs
They asked me to leave you at the gates
How can I do that?
You’re all I have

Standing beneath the sky that became
my eye color and the last part of my name
I left you at the gates
I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world

I miss you all the time
Don’t have the time to call you anymore
I wish we could just be tourists here
at the church on a sunny day
We’d see someone important
like his title starts with “arch” or something
And we wouldn’t know him
if only you weren’t a ——

I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world
The place of so many parents’ lifelong
prayers just so their children could go
But I can’t help feeling like it’s over
it’s been over for me
since Adam and Eve
How do I stay in a world that’s ruined?
How can I leave the world you’re still in?

Standing in front of all the children
there’s gotta be something we can do to save them
inside the gates
I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world

I rest in the shade that grows
My fig tree’s a book shop by the sea
rooted deep in a disbelief about getting to do what my heart desires
Watch it unfold
The impeccable, inevitable, insufferable plan
to be executed by the rest of our lives

I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world
The place of so many parents’ lifelong
prayers just so their children could go
Now I tell myself that it’s ok
to feel this way and keep spreading my wings
They ask me to leave you at the gates
I just lie and smuggle the thought of you in

Standing beneath the sky without a cloud
I try to hold on to the colors of your wings before they gave out
I’m going up
I’m going up
I’m going up
to the top of the world