Portugal. The Man - Stables & Chairs lyrics

[Verse 1] I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans" Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths All these thoughts were rolled onto needles That spilled from heads, tumble like apples Fell into the sky, that's where they hide Where rubies turned diamonds Like textures, like sunshine Behind hands arms lift into its own Behind hands arms lift into its own [Chorus] As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down "What will we become?" [Verse 2] Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired Will stay where it's warm Where it's safe from the down beating drums They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans" Behind hands arms lift into its own Behind hands arms lift into its own [Chorus] [Bridge] As habits pull the sleep out Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine As habits pull the sleep out Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine [Chorus] [Outro] Into its own