Fair To Midland
Whiskey & Ritalin
From hand to heart and hands to headThese gritty teeth grind gears of infraredHe crash lands in dull white noiseAll I hear is static in his voiceWhen those sweet red hands start their whirlwindsAnd you're the drainYou're imagining things, your pretend machineHas sticks in its every spokeYou're inventing it all from thin air and close callsWelcome to the balancing actYour rabbit's foot is hare and houndsAnd I drag pianos, eyes glued to the groundWhen he dialed 911Busy signals sang familiar songsWhen those sweet red hands start their whirlwindsAnd you're the planeYou're imagining things, your pretend machineHas sticks in its every spokeYou're inventing it all from thin air and close callsIf we bought the stock we'd be brokeLetras de cancionesYou taught us to clawPut us through a speechIf I'm a red anchorThen you're coming with meAnd on the way downWe'll sleep with the fishAs we go into the blueWe can both reminisceAnd you better hideOr learn how to climbCause you're coming with meAnd on the way downYou'll sleep with the fishYou're coming with meYou're imagining things, your pretend machineHas sticks in its every spokeYou're inventing it all from thin air and close callsWelcome to the balancing act
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