Prehistoric
Flower on the window sill
Getting hit
By the Sun
Florescent cloud
Hanging over top of you
You don't know
What you're saying
How long can you be in pain?
How long? Oh
How long can you be in pain?
How long? Oh
Bare feet on wet griptape
I put it in the mail
I send it to my sister
I tell her all my secrets
I tell her all my thoughts
I shake it like a tamborine
And shake it like a pan
I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page
I love to watch it grow
I love to watch it go
Everything is changing and everything is strange
You spin it on your fingertip
You spin it on your thumb
Prehistoric
Flower on the window sill
Getting hit
By the Sun
Florescent cloud
Hanging over top of you
You don't know what you're saying
How long
Can you be in pain?
How long? Oh
How long
Can you be in pain?
How long? Oh