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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 youâre the drain
youâre imagining things
your pretend machine
has sticks in its every spoke
youâre inventing it all
from thin air and close calls
welcome to the balancing act
your rabbitâs foot is hare and hounds
and I drag pianos, eyes glued to the ground
when he dialed 911
busy signals sang familiar songs
those sweet glad hands
start their whirlwinds
and youâre the plane
youâre imagining things
your pretend machine
has sticks in its every spoke
youâre 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 your speech
if I'm a red anchor
then you're coming with me
and on the way down
we can sleep with the fish
as we go into the blue
we can both reminisce
and you better hide
or learn how to climb
âcause you're coming with me
and on the way down
you will sleep with the fish
âcause you're coming with me
youâre imagining things
your pretend machine
has sticks in its every spoke
youâre inventing it all
from thin air and close calls
welcome to the balancing act
- Album:
- The Machine Shop
- Arrows & Anchors
- Fables From a Mayfly
- Miscellaneous
- Inter.Funda.Stifle
- Escaping the Ordinary: Volume Three
- Season of Mist Classics Sampler
- Musical Chairs
- Arrows & Anchors (Deluxe Edition)
- Fables of a Mayfly - What I Tell You Three Times is True
- Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
- Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True...
- SOE: Rising Stars From Worldwide Bars
- The Carbon Copy Silver Lining
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, May 2007
- The Drawn and Quartered EP
- Vice CD, Volume 14: Number 6
- Gutterth Compilation One
- Alternative Times, Volume 83
- Alternative Times, Volume 89