We're just whistling past the graveyard
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Laughing in backseats and restaurants
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Don't know ourselves well but so what
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We know each other
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Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
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Trying to straighten out my spine
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It's been folding in the moments that I need it
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I'm obsessing over finish lines
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Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
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Said I remind you of a joke
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I think you might actually me on to something
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There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously
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We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
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But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
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And I still pull my hands past your ribcage
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Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
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For as long as you'd like
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And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed
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Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
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Glowing in radiant madness
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Certain of all we're become
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Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
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Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
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Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
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Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout [x2]
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Flowers For My Brain
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| Dear and the Headlights |
