Text: Imogen Heap. Ellipse. 2 - 1.

:
First the earth was flat
but it fattened up when we didn't fall off
now we spin laps 'round the sun
all the gods lost, 2-1
a host of heaven pointed out to us from light years away
we're surrounded by a billion galaxies

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
will you be ready? will you be ready?

the interim of life
has got you tip-toed and pinning all your hopes
on the talk-talk of dreams
you're not alone in this
the polyfiller way; it looks strong in the weakness of the gaps

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
they don't turn out always
don't quite turn out always how we think
will we ready? will we be ready?

i'm dying to know, what's in your head
i'm dying to know, how it all got in there
i'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all
i'm dying to know, tell me, is it my fault?

and i care about you, darling
and i care about you
cause i care about you, more than anyone else

things are not always
things are not always how they seem
they don't turn out always
don't quite turn out always how we think
will we be ready?