Over your heart

There
It's over your heart
It's easy to spot
It's easy to find

There
It's in your apartment
That hidden compartment
That part of a line

Same emotion as you

I'm on a medicated postcard

There's an enemy encroachment
There's an easy way to deal with that
With a wingspan of five miles
Named for the whole five thousand
There's no need to pad locks
There's no sign of phantoms

They're all wearing the same socks
Kind of relapse
Numbered buildings
The same stock never feed that

And if you stay one more
I'll leave with you

Here
It's something too far
It's out of your sight
You're out of your mind

There
Where nothing is spoken
Cause something is broken
There just isn't time
There's a strange itching
Up inside your head
Some remains
Something will exude from there

You should really learn to use a telephone