Whiskey & Ritalin

From hand to heart and hands to head These gritty teeth grind gears of infrared He crash lands in dull white noise All I hear is static in his voice When those sweet red hands Start their whirlwinds And you're the drain You're imagining things Your pretend machine Has sticks in its every spoke You're inventing it all From thin air and close calls Welcome to the balancing act Your rabbit's foot is hare and hounds And I drag pianos, eyes glued to the ground When he dialed 911 Busy signals sang familiar songs Those sweet glad hands Start their whirlwinds And you're the plane You're imagining things Your pretend machine Has sticks in its every spoke You're inventing it all From thin air and close calls If we bought the stock we'd be broke You taught us to claw Put us through your speech If I'm a red anchor Then your coming with me And on the way down We can sleep with the fish As we go into the blue We can both reminisce And you better hide Or learn how to climb Cause your coming with me And on the way down You will sleep with the fish Cause your coming with me You're imagining things Your pretend machine Has sticks in its every spoke You're inventing it all From thin air and close calls Welcome to the balancing act