Flowers For My Brain Lyrics - Drunk Like The Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

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]