Whiskey & Ritalin - Fair To Midland

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 red 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 you’re 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 you’re coming with me

And on the way down

You will sleep with the fish

'cause you’re 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