Tom Buffalo Sodajerk
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 © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI
