Sunset Rubdown - Winged/Wicked Things lyrics

Well I say "It's just smoke" So you say "It's the hair of ghosts" So I say "it's the white hair of Poseidon Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea" So you say "It's some Shroud of Turin and the sun wore it white and the earth wore it thin or the son wore it white and his faith wore it thin!" Unraveling heavenward Oh it saddled two tiny birds Or other such winged things Either way they are struggling Either way they are miniature And either way they're invisible But either way they're confused as hell would have them La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind But it's right cause chaos is yours and it's mine And chaos is luck, and like love, and love blind Ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-oh Oh, the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind But it's right cause chaos is yours and chaos is mine, mine, mine, mine And chaos is love and they say love is blind but they're subject to hate us Just like the rest of us Oh but just like the rest of us They need the rest of us to stay alive So that's not where confusion lies That's not where allusions to the fact that the truth is just smoke in your eyes It does lie, oh confusion lies in which other wicked thing to lie with Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Confusion lies in which other winged thing to lie with Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And if chaos is yours and chaos is mine And chaos is love and they say love is blind So I say, "Oh I see now, it's just smoke" So I say, "Oh I see now, it's just smoke" Oh I say, "Oh I see now, it's just smoke" Oh I say, "Oh I see now, it's just smoke"