Tidal

Thanks for tuning in
But before I play this tune
I need to tune
I feel like a cartoon
Okay, here's the first verse
It's about the universe
And someone who wants to verse
It's your turn, of course
To play a couple of chords
And correlate with the course
And become of one accord
Switching over to cordless
Into the core existence
According to my sources
And corrupted corpses
She is a sorceress
Soaring over the sword
A sore ringing in her ear
Sorting out the sorority's
Forty deadly fears
But beware
You need to be aware
That it may be
Maybe too much to make believe
And it's worth way more than 80 cents
If that even makes any sense
I feel like I could feel it ever since
I found a way to feel another sense
I fell away and followed other scents
I dug a hole and let go of the whole absence
I went to war and waited and wore away just like incense
I waved back when I felt the waves crash from the synths in my absinthe
You're never really ever making sense of it
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be a little more sentimental

Have you ever seen
Switching scenes to the serene
It's been a year now so it seems
Maybe it's time to sew the seams
Or slit them and forget about the past
And everything that has passed
And rather remain in the present
Presenting yourself a present
Open it up and you'll see
That secretly there's a sea
Of sinking back into sleep
And thinking of nothing
And no thanks, she doesn't wanna
Drown another round
She's wound enough around
To finally figure out
To not go with your route
She's spent too many hours
Letting him call it "ours"
And now or later
One more roll of the die
And he might try to make her
Roll over and die
Is it too often too hard to have
Peace of mind
If I had her heart
She'd have a piece of mine
And it's worth way more than 80 cents
If that even makes any sense
I feel like I could feel it ever since
I found a way to feel another sense
I fell away and followed other scents
I dug a hole and let go of the whole absence
I went to war and waited and wore away just like incense
I waved back when I felt the waves crash from the synths in my absinthe
You're never really ever making sense of it
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be a little more sentimental
You're never really ever making sense of it
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be a little more sentimental-tal-tal
You're never really ever making sense of it-it-it
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be-be-be more sentimental-tal
You're never really ever making sense of it
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be a little more - try to be a little more
Try to be a little more sentimental
So how do we get a better incentive
It's to begin being less and less insensitive
And try to be a little more sentimental