Album: Matt the Electrician Is Alive
The space between our mouths
Is a China airline
It's breakable and see-through
Decorated in white and blue
As an antique hue
Distance in that space
Is from here to a faraway place
It can get cold
Like maybe the north pole
In the wintertime
I should be ashamed
For causing more pain
Maybe take a break
Roll up that thick black snake
That I call a tongue
Try and hold my breath
Oh, I might just postpone death
If I could just shut my face
Might save the human race
Or at least us.
The air inside this house
Is an L.A. sunrise
It's gloomy, hot, and red
And I should have stayed in bed
For the greater good
It tastes and smells the same
Maybe a little rain
Clear it all away
Make way for another day
I should be ashamed
For causing more pain
Maybe take a break
Roll up that thick black snake
That I call a tongue
Try and hold my breath
Oh, I might just postpone death
If I could just shut my face
Might save the human race
Or at least us.