The Pile Lyrics

Those were early days

I saw you in front of the Subway

You weren't sleeping, and I had just started eating again

Hope I find you after the big one

And we're both on the same side of the San Andreas Fault Line

You'll fold me paper, I'll see you later

And we both know we'll be fine

Find another song in some weird mode

I hate it

And you play it every single ride home

To where you're things are green

And your room is a mess but

There's still room for me

We should do something bout the pile

And my complaints about the "wind down" are cheap and losing their ground

I went to Texas

I learned my lesson

You were there when my plane touched down

Oooh, still don't know the names for any birds

Oooh, when I'm outside and I can't find the words there's you

Feel like I might wake up soon

And I'll be pleased that while I was sleeping, I somehow knew to choose you

And there'll be more flames and there'll be heat waves and more reasons we should stay