I´m An Engineer (And Things Get Weird)

Close your eyes
I require my privacy
But with your eyes closed you look different to me
So they're feeding me the seeds under the city sheets
They're paying me to dream but then it's cheap to sleep
I'm a cloud car coming down
Sounding around those who favor me
I'm an engineer and things get weird when they go right you know
I'll be the cardinal if you'll fly me through your backyard lawns
I am the camera phone on Cinema Street
I'm just a cloud boy coming down
Hanging around those who favor me