Portugal. The Man - Clips

Basking briefly in overeating indulgence of insides
I fear he’s lower than before
But he's stronger than he looks
He’s made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet

So high
How do they flutter so damn high?
How do they flutter so

Basking briefly in overeating indulgence of insides
I fear it’s lower than before
But he's stronger than he looks
He’s made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet

Now begin the search that hails you
Desperate times make for desperate people

So high
How do they flutter so damn high?
How do they flutter so

Basking briefly in overeating indulgence of insides
I fear it’s lower than before
But he's stronger than he looks
He’s made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet

So high
How do they flutter so damn high?
How do they flutter so

"I think I've lost my name"
He said
[?]

How do they flutter so high?
How do they flutter so high?
How do they flutter so...
How do they flutter so...
How do they flutter so...
How do they flutter so high?
So high
How do they flutter so high?