So i can see you at the center of the periphery
With some middle-aged hipsters suffering from their recipes
How come they know your best friend's nicknames
And i swear i could hunt that great onion down
It seems tough it seems crucial and it makes us frown
Would you notice which spring keeps spilling kerosene
So his arms they were tied to a white plastic chair
And his traveling pillow keeps flying through a concrete air
While they suppose that's how things should be
A boat
A whale
A person
In a walnut scale
I know
That there is life
Beyond this balcony
So i could meet you on the corner of that circle at high noon
To where some former volunteers escaped from their storage rooms
Now one of them would like to give a speech
About our cherry-flavored bruises constant oxygen abuses
All those narrow-minded diseases and his doctoral thesis
Let's stir them up he said and spread them among the beasts
And did you find out that for years i lived on a shelf in your garage
A swallowed tiny glimpse of precious sabotage that doubted you
Not to mention your beliefs
Electric birds
Eclectic trees
A roller-coaster
You or me