I can't imagine the extent of what this will be
It's a conglomeration of absurdities
Blind with stars in those eyes
Lie down with wandering eyes
Lately I'm on all right
Well I can't feel alive
In your arms
In your tears
In your dreams
In your arms
In your tears
In your dreams
If we can find this grain of salt
It's not a memory or your fault
Assume though, loveless, heartless
They come for us, never
In December when it gets cold everywhere but here
She says: Whatever, whenever, the situation disappears at home
Whipping by castles of stucco by sand
And I'm imagining 1970 tract homes
Single stories, celebrated, like fake tans on sale
Delusional and pasteurized, locked in a barn, with one big surprise
Delusional and pasteurized, it's gonna ruin your big surprise
And your pineal glands, the governments can't stand
Cause you gonna do something crazy
Like not buy a house
Or not wash a car
Or not give two shits
About the government (foolish things) that ties a radio of pop star hits
He quits
He quits
Jump up and down or flock around
'Cause he quits and he misses
This
