Mike Viola Snow Face
There's a version of me that's Photoshopped and tuned
A selective memory that isn't true
My reflection telling me what to do
My left is right my right is left
Snow Face woke up early again
With his pickled brain and reptile skin
An imaginary kiss from an imaginary friend
Who's bloody lips say fight fight fight
I remember when I kissed you up against a brick wall
We were young, wasted, hiking up your skirt
It was only the beginning, nobody got hurt
Stumbling home from Radio Bar
Waving hello
To dark security cameras
Shark aquarium planets
My head is spinning out
Try a little bit harder
We're so afraid of each other
Thick as thieves in our Craftsman houses
Artisanal cheeses mid-century couches
That angry frown at the edge of our mouths is
Getting deeper every day
Can we please stop for a minute, let the kids watch a movie
Lock the bedroom door it's not just about the sex
It's about forgive and forget
It's about time we connect
It's about milking the moment we're in
Like a jar we can't open tap it gently grab it with my fist
Just a twist and then we're open for business
And we lead each other where the sun shines surreal
Underneath a tent of Egyptian cotton
Waving hello
To dark security cameras
Shark aquarium planets
My head is spinning out
Try a little bit harder
We're so afraid of each other
What if time was a stack of glass plates we could look through
No numbers no dates a mind blowing view
See it all happen once
Past and future don't add up
This very moment's why we're here
The smiley frown of Snow Face melted now
Evaporated raining down on some red brick town
Absorbed by the earth with the tears of the clowns
Oily rainbows trapped in a puddle
Or most likely in winter that's where I'll be
When yesterday's tomorrow it's 1963
My mom's Christmas shopping and there's plenty of parking
Clouds above her battleship grey
Then it all turns to snow and that's where I'll be
A crystalized original among the many
Drifting down to earth to raise hell for what it's worth
My mother's catching snowflakes on her tongue
My mother's catching snowflakes on her tongue
Waving hello
20 miles from Boston
Trees all heavy with blossom
Thank God it's summertime
Try a little bit harder
We're so afraid of each other
We're so afraid of each other
