The Exact Feeling

The exact feeling is coming back around

The tiger's wheeling

And covering some ground

I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits

Maybe I got no more innarest

In the exact feeling



Is all I ever tried to do

The perimeter, the ceiling

Just to dribble somewhere new

I'd be on my hands, I'd be on my knees

Saying, Hey! Bartender! One more of these

For the exact feeling



The exact feeling

Maybe isn't what I think

Not the singularity

Of a thousand million dreams

Not a prosperity that means

I never have to say a thing

Maybe the exact feeling

Is on the other side of this feeling



I remember stealing - huh - lying begging loneliness

Flying falling kneeling, trying to get em to notice

I'm not being sad, not being dear

I only wanna stay with you right here

In this exact feeling

In your exact feeling

In this exact feeling

In your exact feeling