they'll never find us

painting a self portrait

painting ourselves into position

we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug

my face is pushed against the glass

like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back

but i know what i am, is there a trouble with that?

hanging round hallways

trying to get a bird's eye view

little by little (x2)

they bow their heads to pray for friday night

to save their lives and then

they go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten

hanging round hallways

like to feel like we're going somewhere

and the thinner the air becomes

the more we feel at home

the more we feel

i heard her on the phone

she said, you said, had a good day

didn't we? (x3)

and hanging round hallways

like to feel like we're going somewhere

and the thinner the air becomes the more we feel

she said that's entertainment

but he didn't wanna know

he carried the shopping bag

she carried them both