We're just whistling past the graveyard   Laughing in backseats and restaurants   Don't know ourselves well but so what   We know each other   Floating down from all my mixed up meditations   Trying to straighten out my spine   It's been folding in the moments that I need it   I'm obsessing over finish lines   Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me   Said I remind you of a joke   I think you might actually me on to something    There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously    We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane   But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain   And I still pull my hands past your ribcage    Hoping my movements might find their place at your side   For as long as you'd like   And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed    Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress   Glowing in radiant madness   Certain of all we're become   Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds   Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind   Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt   Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2)