Song | Soda Jerk |
Artist | Buffalo Tom |
Album | My So-Called Life |
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Watch an eyeball | |
Take a free fall | |
At the mention of a name | |
In its socket | |
And like a rocket | |
Rises just the same | |
Could my eyelids | |
(could my eye) | |
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 | |
Think I'll die here | |
These people nauseate me | |
But if my patience | |
Were a spaceship | |
High up in orbit | |
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 | |
I Close my eyes instead | |
But could my eyelids | |
Cover what I did | |
The shuttin' of the door | |
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 |