Bored with My Feet

So you won't say it's good
But it pulls you under
I'm indifferently past the water
Now I'm waiting
I'm freezing tired
Hope for warmth or anything at all

(Heaven sees an open door)
It's all relative
(Heading to an open sky)
Why not phone it in?
(Walk into the ocean floor)
Watch that pelican
Dive bomb a few of them

Find myself alive in another world
Bored with my feet again, my feet again
Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way
Bored with my feet again

In a funk, holding up
But losing desire
I've been blinking three times an hour
Now I'm wading out
Past my comfort
Hope for storms or anything at all

(Heaven sees an open door)
It's all relative
(Heading to an open sky)
Why not phone it in?
(Walk into the ocean floor)
Watch that pelican
Dive bomb a few of them

Find myself alive in another world
Bored with my feet again, my feet again
Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way
Bored with my feet again

Give life
What about an outro?
We know now, what about the after?
Live life, breathing on the outskirts
Holed up in our suits and our shirts

Find myself alive in another world
Bored with my feet again, my feet again
Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way
Bored with my feet again

Find myself alive in another world
Bored with my feet again, my feet again
Easy, I lost the way, I lost the way
Bored with my feet again