I am blurry on this here particular scene
More like a radio static
It's a noise in-between
How many lives have you pulled from the air
You're not seeing 'em now
But they're all more or less there, yeah

What were the odds on this bait and switch?
Knowing your choice was the pantheon or the ditch
Slept on my chance
And I'll do it again
Now my arm is asleep
Not done shaking it awake yet

We sit around and talk about the weather
My heart just like a feather
Really, really light
Really, really light

I am blurry on this here particular scene
That I'm trying to paint
If you'd sit still for me
Paid off all the vultures up in the air
I'm not seeing them
So we must be more or less square now

We sit around and talk about the weather
My heart just like a feather
Really, really light
Really, really light

Really, really light (Really, really light)
Really, really light (Really, really light)
Really, really light (Really, really light)
Really, really light

We sit around and talk about the weather
My heart just like a feather
Really, really light
Really, really light
Really, really light
Really, really light

(Really, really light)