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The turf on our backs was cool and damp

The grass held on to our arms

Blinking lights danced in the night

One might have been Mars

I swear I saw a spiderweb

That was spun between the stars

I couldn't see the horizon's end

Or where the sky would start

But I'm just reminiscing and pissing the time away

Dwelling on yesterday

Filling up the ashtray

'Cause everything matters way too much

And I need a crutch

And it's such an overwhelming state to be in

But also nothing matters and

Everything is pointless and

I wish that I could explain it

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

And if you try you just sound absurd

The chapel was huge and hadn't been used

For prayer in dozens of years

We made it our home, it was a cyclone

Of roller skates and beer

The worn-out keys could still carry a tune

And they echoed for all to hear

We laughed and we cried

We lived and we died

But we had nothing to fear

But I'm just day-dreaming and fleeing reality

'Cause there's no analogy

To how it is currently

'Cause everything matters way too much

And I need a crutch

And it's such an overwhelming state to be in

But also nothing matters and

Everything is pointless and

I wish that I could explain it

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

And if you try you just sound absurd

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

Some thoughts cannot be made into words

And if you try you just sound absurd