"what's the day?"
"what's you doing?"
"how's your food?"
"how's that song?"
man, it passes right by me it's behind me, now it's gone
i can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire
that sacred night where we watched the fireworks
they frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes
and if they are color blind, they make me
feel
that you're only what I see sometimes
