Tenenbaum - The Paper Kites

You're a bitter kind

I love you sow

Sour is my mind

From what you sow

How I let it grow

Call them radiant

Call them mother's eyes

Home's a narrow space for me to find

Your beguilling states in endless heights

I'm just not moving right

Just not moving right when It's just not you

Under neon lights

Where I wake

I'm not feeling right

So they say

Rough kind of a day

Don my clothing robes of ancient white

Rattled windows on the old green line

Do you feel it like I hope you might

I'm just not seeing right

Just not seeing right

When It's just not you