Your name is like a secret
If you whisper just close enough
If you dream of a radio
You'll be over all the time
It's alright
If you finally see land
Please don't cry out
It's alright
Oh, Painter of Tygers
You told her that you can't keep me here
Your name is like a messenger
Remembered from the distance
On the east side of the Feather Banks
I felt the Pacific try to turn me upside down
Windows and Everclear
In pieces upon the ground
In lovely pens
The soul winds down to
A voice that's just hanging around
Bell ringing and alphabets
And songs you'd think you recognize
Felt so suspicious
When coming from all sides
The treetops are out of here!
I can't remember if they shone at night
Underground
Where the mannequins turned off all the lights
Oh Painter of Tygers, you can't keep me here
