[Produced by David Bottrill]
[Verse 1: Darroh Sudderth]
Mountains of molehills
A grapevine in my ear
Spots on the tiger
While the townspeople gather to hear
While the nest in my hands starve for air
Sticklers for cheap fun
You ought to be ashamed
To trade in your heirlooms
For an all-day black market parade
For a grand prize, a slap in the face
[Pre-Chorus: Darroh Sudderth]
For you, bold face type covers your text
It must have been winter
[Chorus: Darroh Sudderth]
Still frame, no dice
Where do you get your evidence?
Move back, stay still
It takes a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest
That's weaved outside your vest
Still frame, no dice
Loons light the skyline
While you sleep on concrete
With both your eyes open
I just kept pulling on both your feet
Someday, together, we'll breathe, breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Darroh Sudderth]
Roll down your windows
I know there's a shortcut ahead
The long drive home is taking its toll
We just need some rest
[Chorus]