Autopilot Video (MV)

The girl with cherries in her hair
Feathered hats hung on her wall
And songs I'd often sleep near
When I'm feeling sad or alone
Seventy-eight
Don't you see the delicate light that hit you
Seventy-nine
Everything, all the time
I couldn't wait for your limbs to bend

Hey, I'm a wreck-it-all
Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the floor of your brother's room

Please, don't leave so completely
All I got is a voice I can hardly feel
That sings songs so contrived and constructed
About my sad, old heart that refuses to heal
Seventy-eight
Don't you know the colors we'll see when we're loving
Seventy-nine
Haven't felt this alive since I was a boy

Hey, I'm a wreck-it-all
Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the floor of your brother's room
Hey, I'm a wreck-it-all
Hey, hey, hey, I'm on the floor of all of your rooms, babe