Stingray - Body Type

Futility

Feelings fleetin'

Don’t wait for them

Own your outcome

Cardboard cut-out solving crystal castle

Tender touches on the stem of a rose

Spineless stingray can still sting the right way

Mindless matches have a head just start the burn

And then you’ll hold me and make me dissolve

I put my feelers out and go in back to the fold

I let you love a little bigger, I’m not sure

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sure!

That’s not who you are

That’s not who you are

That’s not who you are

That’s not who you are

That’s not who you are!

You are a myth, I am the mystic, you can see it in my eyes

This is the hand that you’ve been dealt with, cast your doubts aside

The stingray with no spine, she can still sting just fine

The matchstick with no mind, had a head just start the burn

And then you’ll hold me and make me dissolve

I put my feelers out and go in back to the fold

I let you love a little bigger, I’m not sure

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sure!

That’s not who you are

And then you’ll hold me and make me dissolve

I put my feelers out and go in back to the fold

I let you love a little bigger, I’m not sure

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sure!

That’s not who you are