Common Cold - Tiny Moving Parts

My lungs

Need to act like windows

And open up

I can’t…

Breathe

Tell the furniture

To take off their costumes

I’m sick and tired

Of feeling empty in a crowded room

Being claustrophobic never felt so selfish

I know I’m not crazy

I would take anything to bypass my mood

But you can’t consume what you’re allergic to

I can’t…

I can’t breathe

Turn the lights off, turn the lights off

I don’t wanna see anything

Turn the lights off

Hope is all I need to bring

My lungs

Need to act like windows

And open up

I’ll lay you by the door

You’ll leak into the…

You’ll leak into the floor…

You’ll leak into the floorboards

I wanna hear you speak

Either you’re shrinking or this place is expanding

Like scillas in the spring

An overdose of hope is all you need to bring

To the table

I’ve tried before

Try again

Impossible

Believe me

Believe you?

I don’t believe in anything

Turn the lights off, turn the lights off

I don’t wanna see anything

Turn the lights off

Hope is all I need to bring

To the table

I’ve tried before

Try again

Impossible

Believe me

Believe you?

I don’t believe in anything

My lungs

Need to act like windows

And open up

My lungs

Need to act like windows

And open up

I don’t believe in anything

I don’t believe in anything

I don’t believe in anything