you get what you see
you're sad that you saw me completely
i thought you were looking through me
and now i'll never know

i don't look my best
but i might suit you better than the rest
if everything was surface
i'd be a brave man

i'd stand still, burning
light up, learning
but now, i'm just trying to salve my candles in
struck down again

there's a parliament of owls
flying over a city of canals
people taking pictures
of our star shooting down

you get what you see
some things they just change invisibly
i don't know where i'm going
i don't even want to know

stand still, burning
light up, learning
waiting for this needle spout to end
struck down again

sailing oceans
sick from motion
thinking of the times you reeled me in
strung out again
strung out again
strung out again