Flying there, watchin' my lazin'
Won't you ever stop avoidin' my gazing,
Now your shapes they come unwound,
Foreign sight and foreign sound

I wanna be worthy of your beauty
And I gotta be holding wings weightlessly

And you say "so what?"
And you say "so what?"
And you say "so what?"
And you say "so what?"

Lyrics transcribed by Sam Chaplin with help from tin hat.