One two three four five
We hide the lime inside your chicken
(Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum)
I clamored to the
Shuffleboard court and held your hand
And
Brother
That is what was strange
Not playing shuffleboard in the rain
Then we stayed up and kept the light low
Through a cigarette haze that I began to choke on
All you mountain men sittin in a bar
For one of your birthdays
I love how you get home after work
And make it your birthplace
You can see it out in our play
Wear a sticky grin on your face
We can slowly drift into space
And we havent noticed it yet
I love bein in love with ya
Baby
I love bein in love with ya
Baby
I love bein in love with ya
Baby
I love bein in love with ya
We blew the dust off from your ancestors language
And used it to cry over what was beautiful
Over what was strange
Over what was tragic
Baby
But you shook it off like a tulip on a stem
And opened to the sun again
Id be lyin if I said I didnt remember the last time
I was in the basement and I smelled dirt
Is not how I thought bein alone with you would work
You can see it out in our play
Wear a sticky grin on your face
We can slowly drift into space
And mask a passionate embrace
We can gently tarnish our virtue
Im still tryin to wash off the perfume
While you lull me into submission
Can I take your hauntedness with me
Back into my prison?