What's the point of that? I could be pressing flowers with you
Savor all this time, rather than fret all afternoon
Take me from my thoughts, now would be riper than limes in June
Take me in your Rail Star canoe

Tokyo spinning lights starting to split my mind in two
Cargo ships and quarks tryin' to keep the world in tune
All these moving parts, none of it, none of it bothers you
Won't you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
Won't you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you

You, that fills my life with laughter
You, my favorite freak
You my, you're my snorkel
All the times that I can't breathe
You count down the days
And I spend most of them feeling stressed
But I know that we'll look back and long for this

I'm feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
It's not that important, I'm happy brushing my teeth with you
I'm feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
It's not that important, I'm happy brushing my teeth with you
Brushing my teeth with you

Pictures in the clouds, all of them drifting out of shape
Camera rolls and files tryin' to keep a solid state
Tales in terabytes, life in a terrible bite-size view
Won't you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you

You, that fills my life with laughter
You, my favorite freak
You my, you're my snorkel
All the times that I can't breathe
You count down the days
And I spend most of them feeling stressed
But I know that we'll look back and long for this