Fair to Midland Follow

From hand to heart and hands to head
These gritty teeth grind gears of infra-red
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