Lyrics Tenenbaum - The Paper Kites

You′re a bitter kind
Out of you sow
Sour is my mind
For what you sow.
How i let it grow
Call them radiant
Call them mother's eyes
Homes and narrow space for me to find
Your beguilling states in endless heights
Just not moving right
Just not moving right when its just not you
Under neon lights
Where i wake
I′m not feeling right
So they say
Rough kind of a day
Done my clothing, robes of ancient white
Rattled windows on the old green line
Do you feel it like I hope you might?
Just not seeing right
When its just not you