Andrew Bird

Comes and goes
Like in fits and dizzy spells, like the weather
And it blows
Like it knows what's going wrong, like it's clever
Has a name but the name goes unspoken
Weather wanes were all twisted and broken
So soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on
Flailing to the whir of a snack machine
Muted screams of an old regime
And then, oh something gets in it
The nightshade gets in it
And we were all fast asleep, we were all so fast asleep
But you woke us, you woke us from the strangest dream