Watermarks on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and he's frowning at me
I see a dead seal on the beach
The old man says he's already saved it three times this week
Guess it just wants to die
I would wanna die too
With people putting oil into my air
But to be fair, I've done my share
Guess everybody's got their different point of view
I was walking down Sunset Strip (Phillip Island, not Los Angeles)
Got me some hot chips and a cold drink
Took a sandy seat on the shore
There's a paper on the ground
It makes my headache quite profound
As I read it out aloud
It said "The Great Barrier Reef it ain't so great anymore
It's been raped beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a whore"
I drank 'til I was sinking, sank 'til I was thinking
That I'm thankful for this view
We either think that we're invincible or that we are invisible
When realistically we're somewhere in between
We all think that we're nobody but everybody is somebody else's somebody
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
Don't ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really wanna see
So take what you want from me
So take what you want from me
Satellites on the ceiling
I can see Jesus and she's smiling at me
All I wanna say is...
