Young Jesus - 3 lyrics

Soaring through All the small scraps of paper in my pockets I see your name repeated often I'm seeing blue Or green and grey I'm blinking often I'm seeing names I don't believe in Act like I'm moving in a line Act like I'm seeing with my eyes Act like I'm bleeding all the time I'm doing fine I'm doing fine Holding you You were a mist you were a mystic way of talking I heard you like I was surrounded Other uses The thoughts like this I think i'll move into an office Made of mist I don't believe in Act like I'm moving in a line Act like I'm seeing with my eyes Act like I'm bleeding all the time I'm doing fine I'm doing fine