What's with the long face my friend?
Ain't it good enough just being around again
In the sun, comatose, and wearing pants
With the big divide buried below
Let you peck on my soul til you chicken out
The paradigm, patience, and doubt
Come on feel me now...
Ignite the bed of fire I was sleeping on
With irrelevance to my TV set
Would you want if you were gonna know?
So coiled up you never come across
You take the doubt, and I take the fall now
Standing in the crowd