This is a song about excessive thinking. Prior to a diagnosis of OCD, this message conveys a negative and positive side to constant, fast, thoughts that pull you in all sorts of directions - 
Forever swimming in
Oh thought oh thought oh thought oh thought old thought
First friend to grace my head
Old Thought, Old Thought, Old Thought, Old Thought, Old Thought

And at all times
My head hums
With the visions of what it wants
And I go for what is mine
And it plays me

Yet the surf keeps reaching my eyes
My eyes my eyes my eyes my eyes my eyes
Oh and with it each tide bringing a new high
New high new high new high new high new high

And at all times
All the same
With the bubbling up of my brain
Yet it knows where to go
And it saves me

Oh Thoughts (Oh thoughts)

It's a waltz It's a waltz
That we dance, that we dance
Like we've froze the time
We dance, and we dance
Like some real psychos
I can't talk, I can't talk
Right now I'm out of my mind, with my baby

The air is sweeter past your voice
A face softer than any pillow
While the moon drapes you in it's light
I'm good with just being in your shadows

I'm so lost, I'm so lost
There's no me to be found
Underneath the down
We dance, we danced
Like some real psychos
I can't talk, I can't talk
Gonna roll over and die
For this Lady


The air is sweeter past your voice
A face softer than any pillow
While the moon drapes you in it's light
I'm good with just being in your shadows

langsto (your shadows)

I slipped through an awning
Thought about you, my only
Lover you have kept
Me chained, and weathered
Washing down your back
From my veins, pressure to my head

I won't loathe the glass I walked on
I don't know a face that I'm mad at at all
No dirt did leave me dirty
No salt did dry me up
And so I'm easy as the stream through your fingers

I slept through her snoring
Climbed out into the gloaming
Life there's not the same
The weight of feathers
Saunter off the path
Slats of grey
Showers of blue
Blood still red

pillow weight