Lyrics

In the early bloodshot morning, the sunrise red like a headache.
The world spins backwards and the waves break,
and two missed calls too many to save face.

You wake up in a torpor and you feel it deep inside.
It froze you in the moment and it took you for a ride.
You don't know it 'til you feel it. You can't feel it 'til you know it.

You drink it on a Friday night, you take it home to bed.
Roll it up and breathe it in and keep it in your head.
You don't know it 'til you feel it. You can't feel it 'til you know it.

It's as empty as the television, holy as the sun.
It's in the movement in the music, inside everyone.

Chorus:
Surfing through the waveform,
please don't pretend you know what it's about.
Baby, just hang on as it pulls you up and spits you out.

Leper pilgrim 9 to 5, heats his bones just to survive.
Saturday, he's halfway dead. On Sunday, half alive.
You don't know it 'til you feel it. You can't feel it 'til you know it.

Well maybe it's the ego speaking, maybe it's the love.
Maybe it just looks so low when I'm here up above.

Chorus

You're the blood in my veins, love.