Before they hit the ground
Busy scenery
We're moving fast enough to function
Maybe it's me 'cause
Fast enough to function
So transfixed on transparent things
Healing the sick and dumb
She crosses her fingers and crosses the room
An eye for her tiger a bee for her bloom
In through the skin-tight sound
I seem to think in twos and threes
In low on the radar, the smoking gun
So find your open door
And keep that love underground
So catch your salted tears
