Never Odd or Even
Get up, turn the dial, get down
Close one eye and dance around wearing a styrofoam crown
An appliance with a set of three eyes
Hovering above us, coming through windows, now its inside
Phone rang, at the end of the line
Ma, she worried, something ain't right
Is it my turn to die?
Long hall, on a three-wheeled bike
Dodging sharp arrows
Space opens
I can see the exit sign
And then I trip I trip, into a black hole
And I slip I slip, All the way down
And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
Sometimes I get glimpses from the future
He wrote 'The Book of the Absent Man'
Last I heard he was selling snake oil somewhere in Japan
Drunk drivel by day, grift by night
If you got a pulse, give Ruth a call
You know ya gotta set things right
Interference, got static in the attic
But the winds of change are gonna blow it all away
You tell me 'there's no need to panic'
Silhouette at the edge of my bed
My legs won't move, my mouth won't open
I'm frozen instead
And then I trip I trip, into a black hole
And I slip I slip, All the way down
And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
Sometimes I get glimpses from the future
Close one eye and dance around wearing a styrofoam crown
An appliance with a set of three eyes
Hovering above us, coming through windows, now its inside
Phone rang, at the end of the line
Ma, she worried, something ain't right
Is it my turn to die?
Long hall, on a three-wheeled bike
Dodging sharp arrows
Space opens
I can see the exit sign
And then I trip I trip, into a black hole
And I slip I slip, All the way down
And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
Sometimes I get glimpses from the future
He wrote 'The Book of the Absent Man'
Last I heard he was selling snake oil somewhere in Japan
Drunk drivel by day, grift by night
If you got a pulse, give Ruth a call
You know ya gotta set things right
Interference, got static in the attic
But the winds of change are gonna blow it all away
You tell me 'there's no need to panic'
Silhouette at the edge of my bed
My legs won't move, my mouth won't open
I'm frozen instead
And then I trip I trip, into a black hole
And I slip I slip, All the way down
And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks
Don't tell me my dreams are fake
Sometimes I get glimpses from the future
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Writer(s): Ryan Rebo
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