Track byThe floor is made of lava
My neighbor sings a serenade and cries about some boyfriend. I think i've met him in the hall before, and i can't figure out her emotions. Some kindergarten field trip make their way around evolution. As the next-door baby makes my day and starts screaming about devotion. I can see how it looks and from here it ain't half bad. I see everything exactly how i want it to look. It started out with nothing, but ends with something good. What makes 45 new messages and an ocean of unread mail? I should really call my mama up, and write down all the things to say. My calendar says april, but all the months are all the same. I'd love a lot of people a lot of more, if it wasn't always this way. I can see how it looks and from here it ain't half bad. I see everything exactly how i want it to look. It started out with nothing, but ends with something good. All my friends are traveling through or heading for some kind of cause. It's not that i don't wanna go, but i get confused by the numbers and doors. I can see how it looks and from here it ain't half bad. I can see what you mean and from here it ain't half bad. I can see through it all and from here it ain't half bad. I see everything exactly how i want it to look. It started out with nothing, but ends with something good.