Pretty Green - White Denim

Right before I met you things were getting pretty green

I was on on an upswing though I could hardly hear a thing

I was looking up, looking out

Oh, it took me several mornings with my throat in a mangled knot

Sounding out my virtues and my vices and other thoughts

Struggling to remember the most recent things that I forgot

While I was looking up, looking out

Looking up, looking out

When you’re always on

You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost

In a foreign tongue

You could hear that singin' that wouldn’t wait to be sung

When you hear that singing that won’t wait to be sung

Carbon copy portraits in a box that I was shuffling through

Stuffed with paper memories that are only partially true

Waiting to get a feeling about someone a lot like you

Looking up, looking out

Looking up, looking out

Witnessed classic meltdowns and devastating rain

Hurried up for waiting more times than I care to say

But it’s clearer to us now that it’s starting to change

We’re moving up, moving out

Moving forward, moving out

When you’re always on

You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost

In a foreign tongue

You could hear that singin' that wouldn’t wait to be sung

Oh, you could hear that singing that wouldn’t wait to be sung