The Exact Feeling - The Tragically Hip

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

In this exact feeling

In your exact feeling

The exact feeling

The exact feeling

The exact feeling

The exact feeling