Teksty: Chad VanGaalen. Soft Airplane. Bare Feet On Wet Griptape.

Prehistoric
flower on the window sill
getting hit
by the sun.

Florescent cloud
hanging over top of you
you don't know
what you're saying.

How long can you be in pain?
How long? oooh...
How long can you be in pai-n?
How long? ooo-oooh.

Bare feet on wet griptape
I put it in the mail
I send it to my sister (x2)
I tell her all my secrets,
I tell her all my thoughts.
I shake it like a tamborine,
and shake it like a pan
I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page
I love to watch it grow
I love to watch it go
Everything is changing and everything is strange,
you spin it on your fingertip,
you spin it on your thumb.

Prehistoric
flower on the window sill,
getting hit
by the sound(sun?)
Florescent cloud
hanging over top of you,
you don't know what you're saying.

How long
can you be in pain?
How long? ooooh...
How long
can you be in pain?
How long? ooo-ooh...

(Thanks to Puffer for these lyrics)