Pareidolia, tell me what you see
Envisioned you lying in the debris
Heaviness makes a place in the middle of your eye
Counting the faces you see in the sky, oh
Counting the faces you see in the sky
Come on, Cowboy, pick up the pace
I'm not a cowboy, but whatever it takes
This coyote's been walking against the wind
Only for the fat and burnt ends
Only for the fat and burnt ends
Family heirlooms sitting in the grass
Talking about money
Switching to flats
Carpeted bathrooms and vinyl floors
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
Pareidolia, tell me what you see
Envisioned you lying in the debris
Envisioned you lying in the debris
I envisioned you dying in the debris
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