Musical ladders. Leaning on mountains. Bathed in white laughter. Under the sun. . Somebody's birthday. Came stumbling towards us. Wrapped in green gladness.
In a land made of strings. Where the hills are balls of twine. And the doctor knits the sun. Down in a baseball diamond mine. . And the mozzarella sweaters.
I wanna choose to die. And be buried with a Rubik cube. And sleep inside the big blue buildings. While the sweet disease drives through. . There's a bakery in the night sky.
Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store. We all lived there together with the army at the door. No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure.
Hard to be a girl, so nice to be a boy. In my room at night, not a pretty site. . Here's an empty kiss marching. To the rhythm of the pay roll. I can be a good boy too.
Frozen in time, forever. Carrying that torch for so long. Can you hear my heart? Believe in. Frozen in the index of time. . They singled out my tongue.
And we live on borrowed time. But this head shot's pretty good. I've been scheming for too long. I was starstruck by your mom. . We fall in love by accident.