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I'm driving the car, but I'm not the owner
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
Crossing the field in staccato

I'm driving the car, but I'm not the owner
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
And crossing the field in staccato

Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand

The fire's growing, it's exponential
Stretching up her helium latex
The seconds are days, and then the shoulder
Climbing ladders, up then deflating

Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand

Just seize on it, the end is near
Just seize on it, the end is near
Just seize on it, the end is near
Just seize on it, the end is near

This woman I know, she's ripping paper
Putting in her mumbling nirvana
She's figured it out, in bits and pieces
The fragments of good outweigh the rocky

Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand
Just seize on it, the pen in her hand

Just seize on it, the end is near
Just seize on it, the end is near
But knowing that it isn't here
Remembering the balloon man
The balloon man
The balloon man
The balloon man
The balloon man