There's a theory I got cookin'
About the way the body moves
Geography as introspection
Or a section of the truth
If every mountain is a person
And I am sitting in the car
Where everything's a part of movement
We've been moving far apart

I am thinking 'bout the way you hold your arms
Yeah every little landscape breaks my heart
I am thinking 'bout the way you hold your arms
Yeah every little landscape breaks my heart