Bored with My Feet

So you won't say it's good

But it pulls you under

I'm indifferently past the water

Now I'm waiting

I'm freezing tired

Hope for warmth or anything at all

(Heaven sees an open door)

It's all relative

(Heading to an open sky)

Why not phone it in?

(Walk into the ocean floor)

Watch that pelican

Dive bomb a few of them

Find myself alive in another world

Bored with my feet again, my feet again

Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way

Bored with my feet again

In a funk, holding up

But losing desire

I've been blinking three times an hour

Now I'm wading out

Past my comfort

Hope for storms or anything at all

(Heaven sees an open door)

It's all relative

(Heading to an open sky)

Why not phone it in?

(Walk into the ocean floor)

Watch that pelican

Dive bomb a few of them

Find myself alive in another world

Bored with my feet again, my feet again

Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way

Bored with my feet again

Give life

What about an outro?

We know now, what about the after?

Live life, breathing on the outskirts

Holed up in our suits and our shirts

Find myself alive in another world

Bored with my feet again, my feet again

Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way

Bored with my feet again

Find myself alive in another world

Bored with my feet again, my feet again

Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way

Bored with my feet again