Whats the point of that? I could be pressing flowers with you
Savour all this time, rather than fret all afternoon
Take me from my thoughts, now would be riper than limes in June
Take me in your Rail Star canoe
Tokyo spinning lights starting to split my mind in two
Cargo ships and quarks tryin to keep the world in tune
All these moving parts, none of it, none of it bothers you
Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
You, that fills my life with laughter
You, my favourite freak
You my, youre my snorkel
All the times that I cant breathe
You count down the days
And I spend most of them feeling stressed
But I know that well look back and long for this
Im feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
Its not that important, Im happy brushing my teeth with you
Im feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
Its not that important , Im happy brushing my teeth with you
Brushing my teeth with you
Pictures in the clouds, all of them drifting out of shape
Camera rolls and files tryn to keep a solid state
Tales in terabytes , life in a terrible bite-size view
Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
You, that fills my life with laughter
You, my favourite freak
You my, youre my snorkel
All the times that I cant breathe
You count down the days
And I spend most of them feeling stressed
But I know thatwell look back and long for this
You