Dirty Projectors No Intention
The renegade feeling satisfied
You blinked and closed your eyes
You like the feeling of Saturday
You love the danger in the night
The restless corpses is collapsing with
Their breath is daffodil
What won't be coming is glancing
Into the universal fill
Or maybe just
No intention
Or maybe just
No intention
Woah
When I am full with endeavor
Nothing can stop gestalt
The freshness of my reality
Makes me feel tingly and hot
When you wake up shouting “Idea!”
Is that a punishment?
You represent saying, “I’m real,”
But is that what you meant
Maybe you meant
No intention
Maybe you meant
No intention
Woah
No intention
No intention
Woah
