Watch an eyeball

Take a free fall

At the mention of a name

In its socket

And like a rocket

Rises just the same



But could my eyelids

Cover what I did

The shuttin of the door

And could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

Me down on the floor



Jerked my fountain

Ice cream mountains

I suppose I'm just too late

Form a line here

I think I'll die here

These people naseate me



But if my patience

Were a spaceship

High up in orbit

Then I would rise here

Hypnotized here

Risen from where I sit



A solid angle

My legs do dangle

Off the counter's edge

Soft words spoken

Promises broken

Close my eyes instead



But could my eyelids

Cover what I did

The shuttin of the door

And could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor



(c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI