Flowers For My Brain - 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 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