The Exact Feeling

The exact feeling is coming back around

The tiger's wheeling

And covering some ground

I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits

Maybe I got no more interest

In the exact feeling is all I ever tried to do

The perimeter, the ceiling

Just to dribble somewhere new

I'd be on my hands, I'd be on my knees

Saying, hey bartender, one more of these

For the exact feeling

The exact feeling maybe isn't what I think

Not the singularity, those thousand million dreams

Not a prosperity that means

I never have to say a thing

Maybe the exact feeling

Is on the other side of this feeling

And I remember stealing

Lying, begging loneliness

Flying, falling, kneeling

Trying to get 'em to notice

I'm not being sad, I'm not being dear

I only wanna stay with you right here

In this exact feeling, in your exact feeling

In this exact feeling, in your exact feeling

In this exact feeling, in this exact feeling

In this exact feeling