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, eyes glued to the ground When he dialed 911 Busy signals sang familiar songs
When those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds And you're the plane
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 a speech If I'm a red anchor Then you're coming with me And on the way down We'll sleep with the fish As we go into the blue We can both reminisce
And you better hide Or learn how to climb Cause you're coming with me And on the way down You'll sleep with the fish You're 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 act