Owl City - Ocean Eyes - Digital Booklet

1 CAVE IN 4:02 2 THE BIRD AND THE WORM 3:28 3 HELLO SEATTLE 2:47 4 UMBRELLA BEACH 3:51 5 THE SALTWATER ROOM 4:03 6 DENTAL CARE 3 :1 1 7 METEOR SHOWER 2:14 8 ON THE WING 5:01 9 FIREFLIES 3:48 10 THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG 3:23 11 VANILLA TWILIGHT 3:52 12 TIDAL WAVE 3:10 BONUS TRACKS 13 HOT AIR BALLOON 3:35 14 BUTTERFLY WINGS 2:56 15 RUGS FROM ME TO YOU 1:28 16 SUNBURN 3:48 17 HELLO SEATTLE (REMIX) 5:53 18 IF MY HEART WAS A HOUSE 4:06 19 STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE 3:18 20 FIREFLIES (ADAM YOUNG REMIX) 3:15 owlcitymusic.com | universalrepublic.com & 2009 Universal Republic Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc., 1755 Broadway, New York, NY 10019. Distributed by Universal Music Distribution. All rights reserved. FBI Anti-Piracy Warning: Unauthorized copying is punishable under federal law.

Owl City is Adam Young Produced & engineered by Adam Young Mixed by John Goodmanson Additional production on The Bird and The Worm, Fireflies & Tidal Wave by Matthew Thiessen Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound Executive Produced by Steve Bursky Recorded at Sky Harbor Studios, Owatonna, MN Strings recorded at Two Sticks Audio, Seattle, WA by John Goodmanson Mixed at Bogroll Studios, Seattle, WA All songs written by Adam Young ( 2009) All songs published by Ocean City Park/Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP) except The Bird and The Worm & Tidal Wave, written by Adam Young & Matthew Thiessen. Published by Ocean City Park (ASCAP), Stylishly Flyfishing Publishing/Songs Music Publishing, LLC o/b/o Songs For Beans (BMI). Lyrics reprinted by permission. Cello on Cave In, Umbrella Beach, Fireflies, The Tip Of The Iceberg & On The Wing by Phil Peterson. Arranged by Adam Young Vocals on Cave In, The Bird and The Worm, Fireflies & Tidal Wave by Matthew Thiessen Vocals on The Tip Of The Iceberg & Meteor Shower by Melisa Morgan Vocals on Meteor Shower by Jolie Lindholm Vocals on The Saltwater Room & On The Wing by Breanne Düren Vocals on On The Wing by Austin Tofte Matthew Thiessen appears courtesy of Mono vs. Stereo BONUS TRACKS Produced & engineered by Adam Young Mixed by Adam Young except Rugs From Me To You, Hello Seattle (Remix) & If My Heart Was A House mixed by John Goodmanson Mixed at Sky Harbor Studios, Owatonna, MN except Rugs From Me To You, Hello Seattle (Remix) & If My Heart Was A House mixed at Bogroll Studios, Seattle, WA Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound

Recorded at Sky Harbor Studios, Owatonna, MN All songs written by Adam Young All songs published by Ocean City Park, administered by Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP) Art Direction and Design Christopher Kornmann for spit and image, nyc Creative Direction by Sandy Brummels Original Artwork by Imran Khan Photography by Eric Ryan Anderson, Megan Baker & Akira Peck MANAGEMENT Steve Bursky & Brian Winton at Foundations Artist Management BOOKING (North America) Brian Manning, Jeff Krones & Andrew Simon at Creative Artists Agency BOOKING (Rest of World) Marlene Tsuchii at Creative Artists Agency BUSINESS MANAGEMENT Dawn Nepp at Haber Corporation LEGAL Ken Abdo at Lommen Abdo For all business inquiries: [email protected] Endless thanks to all who were involved in the making of this project. All praise & glory to Jesus Christ, to whom I owe everything.

CAVE IN Please take a long hard look through your textbook, ‘cause I’m history | When I strap my helmet on, I’ll be long gone ’cause I’ve been dying to leave | I’ll ride the range and hide all my loose change in my bedroll, ’cause riding a dirt bike down a turnpike always takes its toll on me | I’ve had just about enough of quote “diamonds in the rough” because my backbone is paper thin | Get me out of this cavern or I’ll cave in | If the bombs go off the sun will still be shining because I’ve heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining, though I’m always undermining too deep to know | Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop ’cause the road tastes like wintergreen | The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane mixed with stale gasoline | I’ll soak up the sound, try to sleep on the wet ground, I’ll get ten minutes give or take ’cause I just don’t foresee myself getting drowsy when cold integrity keeps me wide awake | Get me out of this cavern, or I’ll cave in | I’ll keep my helmet on just in case my head caves in | ’Cause if my thoughts collapse or my framework snaps, it’ll make a mess like you wouldn’t believe | Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track | And if my intentions stray, I’ll wrench them away, then I’ll take my leave and I won’t even look back

THE BIRD AND THE WORM If you’re the bird whenever we pretend it’s summer, then I’m the worm, I know the part, it’s such a bummer but fair is fair, if my segments get separated I’ll scream and you’ll be there | Close your eyes (close my eyes), slide the cotton off of your shoulder | And feel the shine (feel the shine) I’m hooked so toss me over and cast a line (well I'll try) | I’ll throw a party and greet my undersea friends (it depends) | as they arrive (if they arrive) | You and I left our troubles far behind | But I still have just one more question on my mind | For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas | With friends like these, well who needs enemies? | If I’m your boy, let’s take a shortcut we remember and we’ll enjoy picking apples in late September like we’ve done for years, then, we’ll take a long walk through the cornfield and I’ll kiss you between the ears | If you’re my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling and as we twirl, the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us as love sweeps over the room ’cause we tend to make each other blush | (you make me blush) | You and I left our troubles far behind | But I still have just one more question on my mind | For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas | With fronds like these, well who needs anemones? | You’re the bird, I’m the worm and it’s plain to see that we were meant to be | We were meant to be

HELLO SEATTLE Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer in the hills and highlands | I fall asleep in hospital parking lots and awake in your mouth | Hello Seattle, I am a manta ray deep beneath the blue waves | I’ll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound and construct a summer home | Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon shining down on your face | I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill and descend inside of you | Hello Seattle, I am a cold sea horse feeling warm in your sand | I sing about the tide and the ocean surf rolling in the evening breeze | Hello Seattle, I am an albatross on the docks and moored boats | I sail above your inlets and interstates | Through the rain and open wind | Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse throwing beams of bright light | Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun | Taking heed for everyone | Take me above your light | Carry me through the night | Hold me secure in flight | Sing me to sleep tonight

UMBRELLA BEACH Stems and gears, oh how the daisies bloom when chandeliers light up the engine room | Can you feel the drops as it starts to rain? | There’s an underwater ferris wheel where I found the missing link to this island chain | Home will always be here, unseen, out of sight, where I disappear and hide | I think dreamy things as I’m waving goodbye so I’ll spread out my wings and fly | Home is a boxcar and it’s so far out of reach, hidden under Umbrella Beach

THE SALTWATER ROOM I opened my eyes last night, and saw you in the low light | Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the stars that aren’t there anymore | I was feeling the night grow old, and you were looking so cold | So like an introvert, I drew my over shirt around my arms and began to shiver violently before you happened to look and see the tunnels all around me | Running into the dark underground, all the subways around create a great sound | To my motion fatigue: farewell | With your ear to a seashell, you can hear the waves in underwater caves as if you actually were inside a saltwater room | Time together isn’t ever quite enough | When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home | What will it take to make or break this hint of love? | Only time, only time | Can you believe that the crew has gone and they wouldn’t let me sign on? | All my islands have sunk in the deep and I can hardly relax or even oversleep | But I feel warm with your hand in mine, when we walk along the shoreline | I guess we’ll never know why sparrows love the snow | We’ll turn out all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow | So tell me, darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? | Yeah, all the time | All the time | Time together isn’t ever quite enough | When you and I are alone,

I’ve never felt so at home | What will it take to make or break this hint of love? | Only time, only time | When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of? | If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone? | So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? | All the time, all the time

DENTAL CARE I brush my teeth and look in the mirror, and laugh out loud as I’m beaming from ear to ear | I’d rather pick flowers instead of fights | And rather than flaunt my style, I’d flash you a smile of clean pearly whites | I’ve been to the dentist a thousand times so I know the drill | I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair but somehow I still get the chills | “Have a seat!” he says pleasantly as he shakes my hand and practically laughs at me | “Open up nice and wide!” he says, peering in | And with a smirk he says “Don’t have a fit, this’ll just pinch a bit” as he tries not to grin | When hygienists leave on long vacations, that’s when dentists scream and lose their “patients” | Talking only brings the toothaches on because I say the stupidest things | So if my resolve goes south, I’ll swallow my pride with an aspirin and shut my mouth | Golf and alcohol don’t mix and that’s why I don’t drink and drive, because, good grief, I’d knock out my teeth and have to kiss my smile goodbye | I’ve been to the dentist a thousand times so I know the drill | I smooth my hair, sit back in the chair but somehow I still get the chills

METEOR SHOWER I can finally see that You’re right there beside me | I am not my own, for I have been made new | Please don’t let me go, I desperately need You | I am not my own, for I have been made new | Please don’t let me go, I desperately need You

ON THE WING Breathe and I’ll carry you away into the velvet sky, and we’ll stir the stars around, and watch them fall away into the Hudson Bay, and plummet out of sight and sound | The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills, where I live in the alpine heights, below the Northern Lights, I spend my coldest nights alone, awake and thinking of the weekend we were in love | Home, among these mountain tops, can be so awfully dull, a thousand miles from the tide, but photos on the walls of New York shopping malls distract me so I stay inside | I wish the rockets stayed over the promenade, ’cause I would make a hook and eye and fish them from the sky, my darling, she and I, we’re hanging on so take us high to sing the world goodbye | I am floating away | Lost in a silent ballet | I’m dreaming you’re out in the blue and I am right beside you | Awake to take in the view | Late nights and early parades | Still photos and noisy arcades | My darling, we’re both on the wing, look down and keep on singing, and we can go anywhere | Are you there? | Are you there, or are you just a decoy dream in my head? | Am I home or am I simply tumbling all alone? | I am floating away | Lost in a silent ballet | I’m dreaming you’re out in the blue and I am right beside you | Awake to take in the view | Late nights and early parades | Still photos and noisy arcades | My darling, we’re both on the wing, look down and keep on singing, and we can go anywhere

FIREFLIES You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep | ’Cause they’d fill the open air and leave teardrops everywhere | You’d think me rude but I would just stand and stare | I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly | It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep | ’Cause everything is never as it seems | ’Cause I’d get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs as they tried to teach me how to dance | A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed | The disco ball is just hanging by a thread | I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly | It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep | ’Cause everything is never as it seems when I fall asleep | Leave my door open just a crack | (Please take me away from here) | ‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac | (Please take me away from here) | Why do I tire of counting sheep? | (Please take me away from here) | When I’m far too tired to fall asleep? | To ten million fireflies, I’m weird ’cause I hate goodbyes | I got misty eyes when they said farewell | But I’ll know where several are if my dreams get real bizarre | ’Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar | I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly | It’s hard to say that’d I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep | ’Cause everything is never as it seems when I fall asleep | I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly | It’s hard to say that’d I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep | ’Cause everything is never as it seems when I fall asleep | I’d like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly | It’s hard to say that’d I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep | Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG Welcome back winter once again, and put on your warm fuzzy sweater ’cause you’ll feel much better when the snowflakes fall gently to the ground, the temperature drops and your shivers freeze all the rivers around, but I keep

you warm | If speed’s a pro, inertia must be a con ’cause the cold wind blows at precise rates when I’ve got my ice skates on | If all the roads were paved with ice that wouldn’t thaw or crack, I could skate from Maine to Nebraska, then on to Alaska and back ’cause you keep me warm | Peer over the edge, “Can you see me?” | Rivulets flow from your eyes | Paint runs from your mouth like a waterfall and your lungs crystallize | I’ll travel the sub-zero tundra | I’ll brave glaciers and frozen lakes | And that’s just the tip of the iceberg | I’ll do whatever it takes to change | Farewell, powdery paradise | We’d rather skate on the thinnest ice | Our fingers failed us before they froze | And frostbite bit down on all our toes | Snowdrifts build up and enfold us | As we wait out this winter storm | So we snuggle close in the darkness | And keep each other so warm

VANILLA TWILIGHT The stars lean down to kiss you and I lie awake and miss you | Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere | ’Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly, but I’ll miss your arms around me | I’d send a postcard to you dear, ’cause I wish you were here | I’ll watch the night turn light blue but it’s not the same without you because it takes two to whisper quietly | The silence isn’t so bad till I look at my hands and feel sad, ’cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly | I’ll find repose in new ways, though I haven’t slept in two days ’cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone | But drenched in vanilla twilight, I’ll sit on the front porch all night | Waist deep in thought because when I think of you, I don’t feel so alone | I don’t feel so alone | I don’t feel so alone | As many times as I’ll blink, I’ll think of you tonight | I’ll think of you tonight | When violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter, I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again | And I’ll forget the world that I knew but I swear I won’t forget you | Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I’d whisper in your ear | Oh darling, I wish you were here

TIDAL WAVE I wish I could cross my arms and cross your mind ’cause I believe you’d unfold your paper heart and wear it on your sleeve | All my life I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises ‘cause all I see is a shattered conscience staring right back at me | I wish I had covered all my tracks completely ’cause I’m so afraid | Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel or just the train? | Lift your arms, only heaven knows where the danger grows and it’s safe to say there’s a bright light up ahead and help is on the way | Help is on the way | I forget the last time I felt brave | I just recall insecurity | ’Cause it came down like a tidal wave | And sorrow swept over me | Depression, please cut to the chase and cut a long story short | Oh please be done | How much longer can this drama afford to run? | Fate looks sharp, severs all my ties and breaks whatever doesn’t bend | But sadly then, all my heavy hopes just pull me back down again | I forget the last time I felt brave | I just recall insecurity | ’Cause it came down like a tidal wave | And sorrow swept over me | Then I was given grace and love | I was blind but now I can see | ’Cause I found a new hope from above | And courage swept over me | It hurts just to wake up whenever you’re wearing thin | Alone on the outside, so tired of looking in | The end is uncertain and I’ve never been so afraid | But I don’t need a telescope to see that there’s hope and that makes me feel brave

HOT AIR BALLOON We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale and bought a parachute at a church rummage sale | And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread, we sewed the day above L.A. in navy and red | We wound a race track through your mom’s kitchen chairs, and fought the shadows back down your dark basement stairs | I lit a match, then let it catch to light up the room and then you yelled as we beheld an old maroon hot air balloon | I’ll be out of my mind and you’ll be out of ideas pretty soon so let’s spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon | Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town | I can’t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down | We drank the Great Lakes like cold lemonade and both got stomach aches, sprawled out in the shade | So bored to death, you held your breath and I tried not to yawn | You made my frown turn upside down and now my worries are gone | I’ll be out of my mind and you’ll be out of ideas pretty soon so let’s spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon | Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town | I can’t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down | I’ll be out of my mind and you’ll be out of ideas pretty soon so let’s spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon | Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town | I can’t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down

BUTTERFLY WINGS If I was a raindrop, would you be my thunderstorm? | It’s cold so surround me with rain clouds to keep me warm | I feel like I’m falling, so darling don’t let me go | The thought is appalling, but should I slip away into the stormy sea, will you remember me? | Asleep in our warm cocoons, we dream of lovely things | We’re both gonna wake up soon, so we hope that tomorrow brings us our butterfly wings | If I was a grain of sand, would you be Miami Beach? | So

dusty with starlight, close your eyes and cuddle close to me | I’ll try not to wake you or make a sound while you’re dozing off | But in the night, should the high tide sweep me away from you, tell me again my dear, will you be waiting here? | Whenever we leave the ground and take to the sky, I’ll smile as I’m gazing down ’cause I’ve always wondered why we won’t need feathers to fly

RUGS FROM ME TO YOU To pay or not toupee, that is the question | It refused to stay as it all turned grey, old William Shakespeare’s receding hair | Please excuse the pun, it’s “hair” today, gone tomorrow, so be thankful for what precious locks you have | To pay or not toupee, that is the question | And by the way, I just gotta say thank the Lord I’m not going bald | And if I may quip, my curls and I are just like heaven ’cause rest assured, they’ll be no parting there | But should my head get bare like Friar Tuck, hard cheese to swallow, it makes me smile ’cause I know just what I’d do | Yeah if I had more wigs than I knew what to do with, I’d open a second hand store | And if you ever went bald you’d recall it ’cause I’d cleverly call it “Rugs From Me To You”

SUNBURN So there we were, back home from somewhere inside my head | Where bravely, I fought off the monsters beneath her bed | Pillars of post-war books supported my frame of mind | While she memorized the pages that I tried to not hide behind | She took my hand in hers and whispered her love for me | The lantern died that night, but we didn’t need to see | Implying that she’s the bee’s knees and I am the cat’s meow | It’s funny how she recalls what I can’t remember now | But when her smile came back, and I didn’t feel half as horrible | She gave me a heart attack just because she looks so adorable | We both put our sun block on, laid on the beach and vowed that we’d live and we’d learn | Yeah, but she got a tan and I got a sunburn | I got a sunburn | So there we were, out there, unaware of where we’d been | We kicked off our flip-flops and swung from the rooftops again | It’s awkward but I’ll confess that she’s all I think about | And it’s funny how I recall what she can’t remember now | But when her smile came back, and I didn’t feel half as horrible | She gave me a heart attack just because she looks so adorable | We both put our sun block on, laid on the beach and vowed that we’d live and we’d learn | Yeah, but she got a tan and I got a sunburn | Oh afterglow, look out below | I left a trail of dust behind | As we parted ways, she held my gaze | And left an imprint on my mind | I tried not cry as we said goodbye | And hung the clouds above my town | But I shed a tear when she disappeared | ’Cause now I’m a stranger on the ground | We both put our sun block on, laid on the beach and vowed that we’d live and we’d learn | Yeah, but she got a tan and I got a sunburn

IF MY HEART WAS A HOUSE You’re the sky that I fell through | And I remember the view whenever I’m holding you | The sun hung from a string | Looking down on the world as it warmed over everything | Chills run down my spine | As our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine | Unmistakably | I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me | We got older and I should’ve known | (Do you feel alive?) | That I’d feel colder when I walk alone | (Oh, but you’ll survive) | So I may as well ditch my dismay, bomb’s away, bomb’s away | Circle me and the needle moves gracefully back and forth | If my heart was a compass, you’d be north | Risk it all ’cause I’ll catch you if you fall, wherever you go | If my heart was a house, you’d be home | It makes me smile because you said it best | “I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west.” | Flowerbomb perfume | All my clothes smell like you ’cause your favorite shade is navy blue | I walk slowly when I’m on my own | (Do you feel alive?) | Yeah, but frankly I still feel alone | (Oh, but you’ll survive) | So I may as well ditch my dismay, bomb’s away, bomb’s away | Circle me and the needle moves gracefully back and forth | If my heart was a compass, you’d be north | Risk it all ’cause I’ll catch you if you fall, wherever you go | If my heart was a house, you’d be home

STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me | A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly as mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout, “O strawberry avalanche, crash over me!” | Staying awake that night was rather hard, deep in a sleeping bag in your backyard | When we woke up buried alive beneath a fruity landslide, we both laughed hysterically | It could have been just another dream but I swear I heard you scream, “Oh strawberry avalanche, crash over me!” | Hope is a citrus constellation in the galaxy scratched on the back of both my eyelids that I’ve been dying to see | If you were a beautiful sound in the echoes all around, then I’d be your harmony | And we’d sing along with the crowds beneath the candy coated clouds | “O strawberry avalanche, please crash over me!” | This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me