Alert / Alive by The Invisible Teal Lyrics
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
I don't know where ... but I really hope you're there
Speaking with a mouth of nails
Bobbing like the heads of quail
I can always chase my tail
Though it's always at the pace of snails
But no more thoughts of long-lost loves
Or those choirs made of mourning doves
It's not that I don't dream enough
But I had no idea what I was dreaming of
Until I caught a glimpse of the sun
Blue eyes turn to friendly knives
Looking past the bags of Chai
Traitor of the coffee high ...
But blue eyes, I am satisfied
'Cause I get such a wicked buzz
From staring down at what I was
And yes, the climb was fairly rough
But at the top is all the stuff I'm dreaming of
And a view of the sun
Inverted highlights in her hair ...
And when she laughs, her nostrils flair
A Midwest nest, and it's not fair!
She hugged me hard -- I ceased to care
Boy, I get such a wicked buzz
Just from staring down at what I was
Yes, the climb was fairly rough
But at the top is all the stuff I'm dreaming of
And a very lovely view of the sun
Let your freak flag fly
I said, "Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!"
Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!
Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!
(Let your freak flag fly!
Comfort's just a curse that tells you pain won't make you feel it
Let your freak flag fly!
Pain is all you need to keep yourself alert, not just alive!)
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
Movin' on up, we're movin' on up, we're movin' on up
I don't know where ... but I really hope you're there
Speaking with a mouth of nails
Bobbing like the heads of quail
I can always chase my tail
Though it's always at the pace of snails
But no more thoughts of long-lost loves
Or those choirs made of mourning doves
It's not that I don't dream enough
But I had no idea what I was dreaming of
Until I caught a glimpse of the sun
Blue eyes turn to friendly knives
Looking past the bags of Chai
Traitor of the coffee high ...
But blue eyes, I am satisfied
'Cause I get such a wicked buzz
From staring down at what I was
And yes, the climb was fairly rough
But at the top is all the stuff I'm dreaming of
And a view of the sun
Inverted highlights in her hair ...
And when she laughs, her nostrils flair
A Midwest nest, and it's not fair!
She hugged me hard -- I ceased to care
Boy, I get such a wicked buzz
Just from staring down at what I was
Yes, the climb was fairly rough
But at the top is all the stuff I'm dreaming of
And a very lovely view of the sun
Let your freak flag fly
I said, "Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!"
Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!
Let your freak flag fly
And keep yourself alert, not just alive!
(Let your freak flag fly!
Comfort's just a curse that tells you pain won't make you feel it
Let your freak flag fly!
Pain is all you need to keep yourself alert, not just alive!)