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
