Flowers for My Brain

Lyrics

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 be 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 rib cage Hoping my movements might find their place at your side For as long as you'd like And we'll 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've 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 our own meanings till the final blackout 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 our own meanings till the final blackout We're just whistling past the graveyard