Lyrics

I can tap the rhythm into our faces
Move our veins to all different places
Trace with the ink dripping out of my mind
Cookies and smiles and mirrors left behind
 
We’ll spin our spectacles
Into trash receptacles
Paddle our canoes
With empty shoes
 
The beaches are waiting with coconuts dropping
The mountains are waving without ever stopping
Though hard wooden floors need a good mopping
The fish in their scales come in the boat flopping
 
Though we look quite different
I must admit
You with your carpets
Me with my mints
 
Life’s not so boring without anything at all