I feel the way Georgia looks on a map
Scene stolen in stale city skylines
Are we there yet?
My emotions lead me every 45 minutes on a train
And the screaming is imaginary
Open up the door in your head, less talking
Open up the door in your head
She said she can't see their faces
And when she smiles, she falls through the ceiling
She is the only one in the back seat
Running from the screaming
Afraid of never feeling what it's like
She said "Open the door to your head"