Draw your five short breaths and pretend it’s meditation | |
Shower head higher power give me patience | |
Make me nobody’s robot make me nobody’s slaughtered lamb | |
Delivery me from evil and open me as best you can. | |
Playin cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation | |
Get your blindfold drift aimed and endless destinations | |
Watch the wake and assembly leave principled righteous lives | |
With your heartbeat through set cement honored to be here guys. | |
See it’s a slow crawl and a new wave | |
And if you feel small, don’t babe | |
Whenever you’re alone you’re not | |
You wait in line so I can finish conversations | |
Straighten out the stories and edit out the faces | |
You’re lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye | |
Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble “hi hi hi” | |
And it’s connected on a timeline | |
It’s a circle, no sides | |
At the same point where it starts it stops. | |
Out on the back lot you wanted for nothin | |
you sat with your hands full, the future was open | |
A dreamt southwestern sky | |
A moon drenched island night | |
A new born day awake and alive. | |
Now it’s a nightclub with a guest list | |
And oh oh, bad news kid | |
Who ever’s gettin in we’re not | |
So let’s start up our own just us | |
Where anything we need, anything we need | |
Anything we need we’ve got. |
Draw your five short breaths and pretend it' s meditation | |
Shower head higher power give me patience | |
Make me nobody' s robot make me nobody' s slaughtered lamb | |
Delivery me from evil and open me as best you can. | |
Playin cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation | |
Get your blindfold drift aimed and endless destinations | |
Watch the wake and assembly leave principled righteous lives | |
With your heartbeat through set cement honored to be here guys. | |
See it' s a slow crawl and a new wave | |
And if you feel small, don' t babe | |
Whenever you' re alone you' re not | |
You wait in line so I can finish conversations | |
Straighten out the stories and edit out the faces | |
You' re lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye | |
Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble " hi hi hi" | |
And it' s connected on a timeline | |
It' s a circle, no sides | |
At the same point where it starts it stops. | |
Out on the back lot you wanted for nothin | |
you sat with your hands full, the future was open | |
A dreamt southwestern sky | |
A moon drenched island night | |
A new born day awake and alive. | |
Now it' s a nightclub with a guest list | |
And oh oh, bad news kid | |
Who ever' s gettin in we' re not | |
So let' s start up our own just us | |
Where anything we need, anything we need | |
Anything we need we' ve got. |
Draw your five short breaths and pretend it' s meditation | |
Shower head higher power give me patience | |
Make me nobody' s robot make me nobody' s slaughtered lamb | |
Delivery me from evil and open me as best you can. | |
Playin cracked guitar for the Boston Occupation | |
Get your blindfold drift aimed and endless destinations | |
Watch the wake and assembly leave principled righteous lives | |
With your heartbeat through set cement honored to be here guys. | |
See it' s a slow crawl and a new wave | |
And if you feel small, don' t babe | |
Whenever you' re alone you' re not | |
You wait in line so I can finish conversations | |
Straighten out the stories and edit out the faces | |
You' re lost in the file when the cashier catches your eye | |
Summon up a smile, come back to earth and mumble " hi hi hi" | |
And it' s connected on a timeline | |
It' s a circle, no sides | |
At the same point where it starts it stops. | |
Out on the back lot you wanted for nothin | |
you sat with your hands full, the future was open | |
A dreamt southwestern sky | |
A moon drenched island night | |
A new born day awake and alive. | |
Now it' s a nightclub with a guest list | |
And oh oh, bad news kid | |
Who ever' s gettin in we' re not | |
So let' s start up our own just us | |
Where anything we need, anything we need | |
Anything we need we' ve got. |