Paddling a riptide, feeling useless, pulling slow.
Trapped under the moment when I knew I had to go.
I was trying to say a word I didn't know.
Candle under curtains couldn't glow.
Painted up and patted down my precious private eye.
I was full of questions but I didn't have a tie.
I was underneath the wheel of every car.
Holding up the walls of every bar.
Ooh feather blue
will you call my name?
Ooh stay new.
Be my flame.
You sang to me these words as I was wondering who to thank:
"You'll forget the roses, you can take it to the bank."
Trying to grow a world you couldn't see.
Oh, how did this love ever come to be?
Ooh feather blue.
Will you call my name?
Ooh stay new.
Be my flame.