Lyrics
You're eyes in the skate shop
Your eyes caught my attention in the skate shop.
Were budding like the treetops
Your eyes were blossoming like the tops of trees.
They blur in deeper breezes
They become hazy in stronger winds.
And bend at season sneezes
And they bend with the sneezes that come with each season.
I pray that I'll leave soon
I hope to leave soon.
You wrote the religion
You established our belief system.
We are easels-kind to painting
We are like easels, inclined towards painting.
But my paint dried so faintly
But my creativity has faded subtly.
So point your favorite church
Choose your favorite church.
Where all the floors are sinking
Where the floors seem to be collapsing.
The old park laughs quietly
The old park chuckles quietly.
As I'm sweating from thinking
While I'm sweating from overthinking.
I don't have the taste
I lack the preference or inclination.
And words the words fall too slowly
And words escape too slowly.
I guess a church is a church
I suppose any church is just that, a church.
And holy must be holy
And sacred things must remain sacred.
Take me to breakfast
Take me to breakfast.
I need to regret this
I need to feel remorse for this.
The forfeit you made
The loss you suffered.
And the sweet marmalade
And the pleasant marmalade.
You needy eyes follow
Your needy eyes are watching.
But the tears are hard to swallow
But the tears are difficult to endure.
I laugh and feel hollow
I laugh but feel empty inside.
You keep it very cool
You maintain a composed exterior.
So where's your old house
So where is your old home?
I need new inspiration
I seek new inspiration.
The only kind creation
The only creative act is marred by poor intonation.
Is bad intonation
Bad musical pitch affects the creation.
I'll point my favorite church
I'll choose my favorite church.
Where the floors are sinking
Where the floors seem to be collapsing.
I don't remember how
I can't recall how, but it's where I sought retribution.
But it's where I got even
Settling the score happened there.
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