Lovely laughter sitting on a wall
It's lovely after all
You can read between the lines
But it's only notes and dots and rhymes
It's only music
Truth -- it brings no consequences
So we might as well stop making sense:
Nickles, tulips, bottles and incense
And these objects with their names
Are only empty lightweight frames --
Seagulls, sun, riding on my bike
Words can't really tell you what this feels like.
This feels like green and white stripes
The sun on my skin
This tastes like green and white stripes
Is this the mood we're in?
This feels like green and white stripes
This sounds like green and white stripes
This tastes like green and white stripes
This feels like green and white stripes
Am I alright?
Lyrical degrading, emancipating these words from what they stand for
No one's holding me tight so I'm wrapped in a dictionary
It's kind of scary, weightless is a synonym for light
It's not a piece of fabric
It's not a chunk of time
It's not a strap of leather
It's not a peace of mind
This feels like green and white stripes
This sounds like green and white stripes
This feels like green and white stripes
This feels...
