lets go to the park lets go watch ’em floodin’ out there after dark, don’t have to think of nothin’ and i love that for, for the way i’m feeling 700 foot, 700 foot ceiling lets take it to the top of the tobacco nation we can aim the dish for hardcore invitations and i hate that for, for the things i’m thinking when the clouds are low 700 and sinking it’s part hard, hard to remember it’s part hard to say parts unknown, unknown forever and those parts fade away but leaning-toward, toward a full-stop’s