[ Featuring Ovlov ]
Year of the Sunhouse
Can you feel me smile into your palm
With the hand that's covering up my mouth?
And I hope I'm not as stupid as I sound
Would you cut me out if I put out?
Every time I see you look my way
You look so good, like you're mocking me
They ask are you still playing basement shows with the band?
Doing the music thing? Well yes I f*cking am!
And something feels good in my sunhouse-your moon
In the cold, hard light of dawn-with attitude!
Neurological tendency won't get the best of me
I am more than a bundle of pain receptors
So come on let's take a trip
Down to the south, we'll sleep in shifts
I'll do all of I-95, you do 66
And something feels good in my sunhouse-your moon
