Fickle Cycle - Animal Collective

Tykes who feast but do not pray

Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains

Spilled in the house that they leave like geese

Travel in the night like a pearl thief

Believe in ghosts and set them free

Bury your heart, don’t shake that sheet

Give your teeth to the crocodile cave

Under my wings and on my head

Twisting heads with the sounds of change

Change so often they’ll be dead

Kissing the people that you’ll all burn

Trusting your friends without thinking best

Leaving yourself to kill your grief

Rooms can be lonely, but that don’t mean

I want a son who can float and fly

I’ll take a daughter who laughs and cries

When you are home you can do as you please

Some have homes in falling trees

One day our homes will all fall down

One day your body will be in the ground

When I wonder

I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious

When I wonder

When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend?

When I wonder

I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious

When I wonder

When ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend?

Time to feast, don’t wait to play

Each kill he hung for peeking day

Off in the dust where they feel like kings

Some got hurt and some did sing

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder

Who will win?

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder

Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder

Who will win?

Bad feelings I know

Good silence means we’re home