The Exact Feeling

The exact feeling Is coming back around The tiger's wheeling And covering some ground I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits Maybe I got no more interest In the exact feeling Is all I ever tried to do The perimeter, the ceiling Just to dribble somewhere new I'd be on my hands, I'd be on my knees Saying, hey bartender one more of these For the exact feeling The exact feeling maybe isn't what I think Not the singularity Or a thousand million dreams Not a prosperity that means I never have to say a thing Maybe the exact feeling Is on the other side of this feeling And I remember stealing Lying begging loneliness Flying falling kneeling Trying to get them to notice I'm not being sad, I'm not being dear I only want to stay with you right here In this exact feeling In your exact feeling --- The Exact Feeling - The Tragically Hip