Panda Bear - Playing The Long Game Lyrics

Waking on a may be cloudy, may be rain
Playing at a may be cloudy kind of game
Slip on every step amidst a morning rush (slipping on)
Crashing like a fact and now I'm in its clutches

I'm juking all the baggage
Keep it in a straight line
And when it's separated
I can keep it in the right mind (just one time)

And then I slip into a feeling
(Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling)
Slip into a feeling, write a little rhyme
Ladies riding refuse like a rooster's cry (cry)
I'm tickled with a gobble, what you gonna do?
Vision like a bubble right in front of you

Even when a noggin is a cup of dread
Used to be a comment, was a temporal thing
And every single good jam dries
Drying on the vine
Like a little sweet thing
Rotting in a can