Lyrics

[Verse 1] Imagine an egg yolk when not eating one A green shoot ballooning on a beach A psycho coo and winter run This is a thrust to the history of flowers Like all the bees of Eden buzzing free And bumping But no one to sting All your low expectations are self-fulfilling prophecies Even the piano went extinct as furniture For a groot becomes some kind of language How the single hung man folded history An illegible hand of loss Like the torn up parking lot thrown aside in a pile A jail break during an earthquake I came knocking at a voice at the door Asked 'who's there?' I stated my purpose, polite and clear The voice at the door said 'No one lives here yet' I asked for you and your voice at the door said 'I don't know who that is that you're asking for' Like a chiropractors back ache Like a caterers moonlight skinny dip picnic with leftovers I got two feelings And one is coffee and the other one is beer Twenty years smoking All that's left I taste is buffalo sauce, pickles and grapefruit The woman I love, she's tall I bet she must've been a tall kid I think a lot about the woman I know about This woman I love when she was a tall kid I'd always did insist I'd pay for everything That doesn't mean I gotta take out all the brain And finally going home, caked in blank Executing all my necessary exiting and entering hexes Having grapple through thundershine and sunstorm alike I run and run and run and run To improvise new holy symbols in the snow [Bridge] Bar light is a tunnel, right? Bar light is a tunnel Bar light is a tunnel, right? Bar light is a tunnel [Interlude/Outro] Bar light is a tunnel, right? Bar light is a tunnel Bar light is a tunnel, right? Bar light is a tunnel Bar light is a tunnel, right? Bar light is a tunnel Tumbling