From hand to heart and hands to head these gritty teeth grind gears of infrared, he crash lands in dull white noise, all I hear is static in his voice, when those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds and you're the drain
You're imagining things, your pretend machine has sticks in its every spoke, you're inventing it all from thin air and close calls, welcome to the balancing act
Your rabbit's foot is hare and hounds and I drag pianos with eyes glued to the ground, when he dialed 911, busy signals sang familiar songs, those sweet glad hands start their whirlwinds and you're the plain
You're imagining things, your pretend machine has sticks in its every spoke, you're inventing it all from thin air and close calls, if we bought the stock, we'd be broke
You taught us to claw, put us through your speech, if I'm a red anchor, then your coming with me and on the way down, we can sleep with the fish, as we go into the blue, we can both reminisce, and you better hide or learn how to climb 'cause your coming with me, and on the way down, you will sleep with the fish, 'cause your coming with me
You're imagining things, your pretend machine has sticks in its every spoke, you're inventing it all from thin air and close calls, welcome to the balancing actTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
