Gettin' through winter
Is takin' forever
I'm tryin' to figure
Which one of your breath or toes smell yeast
Maybe it's jibber
Maybe the Eels left dreams on my tongue
Sick little bird, I think I heard
Soiling a number with dark pointy turds
We're drawin' old patterns in chain
It's slicin' the butter real thin
You can't keep it longer within
No talk to me, walk with me
After all we've been through, crap isn't new
Monsters and cycles constantly glued
Hold on to my words, no doubts occur
It's needless to say, but
You're all my world, all my world
All of my world
Battling a thick blur
D'you see land? No sir
It never occurred
To us, we'd stay at sea so long
Maybe it's idle
Maybe it's meant to blow apart
I blow my nose, check from real close
Quality buggers are tellin' me no
We're drawin' old patterns in chain
It's slicin' the butter real thin
You can't keep it longer within
No talk to me, walk with me
After all we've been through, crap isn't new
Monsters and cycles constantly glued
Hold on to my words, no doubts occur
It's needless to say, but
You're all my world, all my world
All of my world
All of my world, my world, my world
