Tekster: Ugly Casanova. Sharpen Your Teeth. Barnacles.

I don't really need to see,
so I don't need to see so i'll paint.
I don't know, i'll paint it black.
I don't need to see.
I don't see how you see out of your window.
I don't need to see, i'll paint mine black.

I don't know me and you don't know you,
so we fit so good together 'cause I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat,
eventhough the ship sinks you know you can't let go.
I was talking like two hands knocking
Saying, "Let me in, let me in. Please come out."

Black glass, dirt-based soap.
Tell yourself what you know.
My friends. Oh, my friends.
Bury your head. I'll help you bury your plans.
Hard hit, hard to miss. Problems are what a problem is.
My friends. Oh, my friends.
Bury your head. I'll help you bury your plans.

My light came up quick, call it your asterisk.
Buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars.
Saw it as satellite, constant unblinking as,
buried in the bottom of a bottom of a black-ish lake.

I don't really need to see,
so I don't need to see so i'll paint.
I don't know, i'll paint it black.
I don't need to see.
I don't see how you see out of your window.
I don't need to see, i'll paint mine black