Can you feel that static?
running through the yellow grass, cut ever so close.
The clouds grimace at me, almost;
Because they know your the one shocks me.
An apple fell on my head.
Gravity has always had its way of making me feel dead.
And as we sat awake in bed,
It shook its head at me, almost;
Then we dance in the neon valley, the glowing sun smiling, almost;
As if to say that he knows he is not the brightest thing to me.
With you around, that would be silly.
So raise your glasses, lets make a toast;
To that sunny-side up girl.
Give us a twirl.
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