I Have Been Floated - The Olivia Tremor Control

I have been floated to this thought this hour

On a series of events I cannot explain

Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power

What it would affect that will not remain

A light shines through a little hole the hole’s inside somewhere

The spiracle’s obedience it is true, I swear

I have been floated to this thought this hour

On a series of events I cannot explain

Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power

What it would affect that will not remain

If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride

And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside

I have been floated to this thought this hour

On a series of events I cannot explain

Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power

What it would affect that will not remain