Vice/versa Lyrics - Inter Funda Stifle - Fair To Midland

Mountains of molehills 

A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger 

While the townspeople gather to hear 

While the nests in my hands starve for rest 

Sticklers for cheap fun 

You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms 

For an all day black market parades 

For a grand prize, a slap in the face 

For you, bold faced type covers your text 

It must have been winter 

Still frame, no dice 

Where do you get your evidence? 

Move now, stay still, it takes a luminescent hue 

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest 

Still frame, no dice 

Loons light the skyline 

While you sleep on concrete 

With both your eyes open 

I just kept pullin' on both your feet 

Someday together we'll breathe, breathe 

For you, bold faced type covers your text 

It must have been winter 

Still frame, no dice 

Where do you get your evidence? 

Move now, stay still 

It takes a luminescent hue 

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest 

Still frame, no dice 

Roll down in a nutshell 

I know there's a short-cut to hell 

The long drive home is taking it's toll 

We just need some rest 

Still frame, no dice 

Where do you get your evidence? 

Move now, stay still 

It takes a luminescent hue 

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest 

Still frame, no dice