Pareidolia (Alt. Version)

Pareidolia, tell me what you see

Envisioned you lying in the debris

Heaviness makes a place in the middle of your eye

Counting the faces you see in the sky, oh

Counting the faces you see in the sky

Come on, cowboy, pick up the pace

I'm not a cowboy, whatever it takes

This coyote's been walking against the wind

Only for the fat and burnt ends

Only for the fat and burnt ends

Family heirlooms sitting in the grass

Talking about money, switching to flats

Carpeted bathrooms and vinyl floors

I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford

I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford

I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford

I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford

Pareidolia, tell me what you see

Envisioned you lying in the debris

Envisioned you lying in the debris

I envisioned you dying in the debris