[Intro]

God damn you're so sick of the space

Between your fingers and- What comes of us comes through us

God damn you're- And leaves us thin as string lights, hung up around a tree no one tends

So sick of- All night, I walk between the full moon and your heart

The space- If there is a word for feeling lost, it is tired of being said

Between your fingers and your heart

[Hook]

I'd feel the weight

You'd help me out

Our legs locked in

You'd press me down

Your stomach turns

But not your mouth

Your stomach turns

But not your mouth

I'd feel the weight

You'd help me out

Our legs locked in

You'd press me down

Your stomach turns

But not your mouth

Your stomach turns

But not your mouth

You said you're sick of the space

Between your fingers and your heart

Liar!

[Break]

You slip sometimes

Absent-minded

Absent-minded

[Bridge]

Throw the first fistful of earth

Carved into stone, you put the weight of my worth

You caught a break

I feel the weight, so go ahead and bury me

Absent-minded, you mess up your timing

Motion captures what you're going after

Sensing weakness, use it like a resource

We’re unbalanced, I guess you’ll need recourse

I guess you’ll need recourse

[Break]

You slip sometimes

Absent-minded, you mess up your timing

We’re unbalanced, it’s your silver lining

You slip sometimes

[Outro]

They're all worth a thought

Whether you pick and choose without going through them all

Lump the bad ones in too

Because this is a fire sale