I imagine there's a night out there to calm me
To ease my soul with nature's mindless din
But the "moon" upon the water's just a streetlight
And the film upon the world feels plastic-thin
I just can't seem to work a job that's endless
The meaning of it all's so hard to glean
I'm grateful this economy's got work for me I suppose...
What the hell's that sentence even mean?
Just float me out to sea with my piano (his piano)
I'll play a final song for waves to dance (ooh-ooh-ooh)
A melody to drown a guilty heart to
I'm giving up on meaning, let me dance (ahh)
The crickets in the gutters sound like airplanes
Flying business in to JFK (mmm)
They're crowding out the music on the airwaves, and
They're howling like a mob with naught to say (ooh-ooh)
My life leaks out with every shaking heartbeat
Like oil from the cracks in a machine (in the machine)
Straining to remember what is reason
And what's the sick un-logic of a dream
So float me out to sea with my piano (his piano)
I'll play a final song for waves to dance (ooh-ooh-ooh)
A melody to drown a guilty heart to
I'm giving up on meaning, let me dance (ahh)
I've tried to lean on iron expectations
Of what I know the world's supposed to mean
But life is corrosive and relentless (so relentless)
At rusting every truth that I have seen, and
The empty sky above is black like water
Standing at the bottom of the sea (of the sea)
These words into the darkness bubble up, away, and gone—
The last of all the air I used to breathe
Just float me out to sea with my piano (his piano)
I'll play a final song for waves to dance (ooh-ooh-ooh)
A melody to drown a guilty heart to
I'm giving up on meaning, let me dance (ahh)
I've given up on meaning, let me dance (ahh)
I've given up on meaning, let me dance