Gordon Downie - Figment lyrics

You know my name is figment I'm not who you think I am All of my heroes are women And all of them are cinnamon My cinnamon women The sanding sound of grudge on collective Has left a pile of puzzle dust And me cake-drunk in the middle Crying, "What could never happen to us Is happening to us" But as long as we're talking in driftnets And there's a rotation afoot All the things that we can come up with Will still be surprisingly put As long as the road lacks perspective As long as we swim, swim, swim As long as we hold hands in the swiftness Of all three dimensions As long as we're talking in driftnets And there's a rotation afoot All the things that we can come up with Will still be surprisingly put Still be surprisingly put Still be surprisingly put