Solid Supposed (Live at the Chapel)

When you were less than three feet tall Did you struggle with the big and small? In your cot when you tried to sleep Were you confused by the shallow and the deep? And the spaces open wide Suddenly become so tight And the sound was the loop of the night But a hundred times amplified Well we age yet we lose this feeling I wonder what it could mean? Was your soul yet to conform To the shape unto which it was born? The expanding, the contracting The vibrations, the collapsing But already we cling to the solid supposed The fear we bring of what is outside and in The fear we bring of what is outside and in Well we age yet we lose this feeling I wonder what it could mean? Was your soul yet to conform To the shape unto which it was born? And the expanding, the contracting The vibrations, the collapsing