clear blue skies

Hot Chip

What does it matter?
A dream of dust or a dream of life
Dream of dust I dream of life
In a universe of almost infinite size
Where is my dreaming?
And why does it always return to your eyes?

Tell me what is the need?
And what am I to you?
Just a speck, just an ember
Dancing through

I'm splitting at the seams
Deciphering my dreams
Trying to make sense
Out of entropy

Tell me what do you do?
When everything you thought you knew
Is dissolving in the air
Disappearing from view

What kind of magic
Did you use?
How did you do it?
Make me need you

And if I call myself a rational man
I know that this means nothing at all
But when I reach out I grasp nothing
I know that I must fall

Into clear blue skies
I lost my disguise

Clear blue skies
Close your eyes

(Why are you waiting, why are you waiting? ...)