Sodajerk - Buffalo Tom

Watch an eyeball

Take a free fall

At the mention of a name

In its socket

And like a rocket

Rises just the same

Could my eyelids

(could my eye)

Cover what I did

The shuttin of the door

And could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

Me down on the floor

Jerked my fountain

Ice cream mountains

I suppose I’m just too late

Form a line here

Think I’ll die here

These people nauseate me

But if my patience

Were a spaceship

High up in orbit

I would rise here

Hypnotized here

Risen from where I sit

A solid angle

My legs do dangle

Off the counter’s edge

Soft words spoken

Promises broken

I Close my eyes instead

But could my eyelids

Cover what I did

The shuttin' of the door

Could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor

Me down on the floor