Lyrics:

Abby listen to the click of the fluorescence I found in sweet sad mouth (Am I late instead, when you wake up late?)
Weather was the Indian way, I bet you never have drove (Found your Velcro shoes, it's a holiday)
(And run on to the village) I'll follow
('Cause happiness ain't bein') A swallow

I'm tired, faint (Don't you worry, I'm your brother)
On the old (Finch rise early, but you'll recover)
Beware, it's there, she's here, smile (I said, I said, I said, I said)
You'll find reason to power all the seasons (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma)
Power hope infuses the blood, the child dies (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Look who's got a beautiful place on the Avenue Saigon (On a summer day, there's a village way)
Usually we have socks and my compass to outdoor (And the leaves are golden and the trees are colder)
(And crouch under a bush) Like a mate, uh
('Cause happiness ain't lovin') It's winter

No more, bye (And if there's trouble, I'm your brother)
Thrown back out (You'll talk subtle, but that's a cover)
Your plan on your hands, must carve into shape (I said, I said, I said, I said)
Streets are powered with people lovin' (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma)
Words are destined to break down and bats will fly (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Lame, lame, the doctor only picks what he wants (I could have told you to be livin' in the place like one?)
Sage, so give it to the preacher now (I could have told you, you better let the building run)
Mad in here was welling from the westering wing (I could have told you to be livin' at the building now)
A moment rang, your mother's said your girl is gone (I could have told you to be livin' in a building)

Swallow do you want to come home and we'll ride in my buggy (Now house is bare and your mother, lonely)
Take me 'cross the Indian waves and we'll swim with the great whites (And your village cries 'cause the kid is older)
(But you can still think back to) The wild
('Cause happiness was being) A child

My bones see (Every morning, I'm your brother)
For your eyes (Memories push you to paint another)
When you retire, she's here, smile (I said, I said, I said, I said)
You'll find razors, the doubt always saves 'em (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma)
I am the reason that the child dies (Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Bang, nail, a doctor only preach like one (I could have told you to be little in the pouring down)
Space, so give it to the preacher now (I could have told you to be little in the living red sun)
Madeline, is hanging from the west-wing field, and (I could have told you to be livin' in the pounding drum)
A moment rang and the moment said, 'Your girl is gone' (I could have told you to be livin', off far away)

Don't you pray if it's only the play then
Writhe its stampings into the ground, yeah
I won't wait for you in a mural if
You won't wait for me in Albania

I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston
I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston

I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston
I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston

I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston
I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston

I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston
I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston

I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston
I feel so elusive in Houston
You feel so exclusive in Houston