They Are Comfortable

When they are in the air, they are comfortable

It’s in the air that we breathe
Its creeping out
It’s not that you watch what you say
It’s seeping out
If you understand what I mean
You’d be freaking out

London disco
San Francisco
Squirrel babies
Cats with rabies

And the molecules are dispersed
White syrofoam dust escaping
Upwards to the sky
And the nostrils and the lungs

Up to the sky, they are comfortable
Happy and content, they are comfortable

Happy and content
To block the light, the vitamins, the life
That the molecules so love to have

In our stead, they are comfortable
Up in the sky, they are comfortable.