I am a farmhouse Born of my owner's calloused hands He didn't have much, But in his heart was rich as any man. He was a plowman, He dug the earth so people had their fill, By no fault of his own, Smaller lives were claimed by his skill. It was not biased, Took the flowers and the serpents too And when he saw his wreckage, From his lips there would come a tune: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair. I knew a worker, He saw to the colony's Queen She was their lifeblood, For several generations she had been. Until one day, The plowman's work brought about his till And it found his poor Queen, He carried her for hours To their hill. They all decided To lay her beneath their nursery, And their lives in shambles, Animals looking upwards, they did sing: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference it can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair. The plowman one night, Returned to my sight But it wasn't long Before dark skies Tower of death in clouds Could tell the trees to bow, And I couldn't keep him from this plow. I begged to let him stay, As it tore my roof away, But it wasn't long; The plowman's gone. Finally the sun arrived, And I thought he must have died, But somewhere near, I heard a cry: In that we do Similar things To those in our shadows, With equal Indifference, carnage, and cyclicity In stirring the soil, In shuffling the soul, Indifference can only be Accepted, painfully For it is simply fair.

Did he ever live, In those three and twenty years, For a thing but movement and location? If she'd raised her voice, Not her sparkling shallow eyes, To indict my movement and location, Would the battle be lost? You can watch the tape, You can try to hit your spots, But don't do it for anything but the thrill of movement and location, Or the battle is lost.

It’s hard to love a woman right, You want to make love, you better learn to fight, That’s what they told me, that’s what they told me, That’s what they told me when I was young. Watch out for long-haired boys and their guitars, Never open your legs until you’ve closed your heart, That’s what they told me, that’s what they told me, That’s what they told me when I was young. Preconceived notions about love, If you think you know it, It just means you don’t. And I’m so sure that I’m right, (Please be careful what you say) That I can’t wait to start this fight, (Once you say it you can’t take it away) I should have known you’d never understand, I guess you’re just another woman (man), You have no idea who I am, That’s what they told me, that’s what they told me, That’s what they told me when I was young. We all have our own ideas, This is what love should look like, This is what love is supposed to be, But no one just wants to play a role, If we both have all the answers are the right questions being asked, You’ve got meet me halfway, Because I love your face, but darling, It’s not enough to make me stay, I love your face, but darling, It’s not enough to make me stay, Preconceived notions about love, If you think you know it, It just means you don’t.

Lord can you tell me 'bout the ways The first parallel sun rays Stream across the Earth And into my window Lord can you tell me 'bout the space Between the constellations Uniquely from the Earth That are in my window Tell me bout the place That I can only get to when I close my eyes And ask for you would I see your face, As near as my window? If you showed me, Would I even know? Lord cause I'm dumb Why am I so dumb? Searching in the dark In the depths around me? Lord can you tell me bout the feel That I can't help but chase? Deep into the Earth With those around me? Tell me bout the real the things that make us happy Different from the fake That I can see from my window. Tell me bout the place That I can only get to when I close my eyes And ask for you would I see your face, as dear as my window, and if you told me would I even know? Lord cause I'm dumb Why am I so dumb? Searching in the dark In the depths around me? Lord but I'm free So don't let me be Smart without a heart No Lord I ain't that dumb. No that ain't very fun.

Your words to me just a whisper Your face is so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said So I speak to you in riddles 'Cause my words get in my way I smoke the whole thing to my head And feel it wash away 'Cause I can't take anymore of this I want to come apart And dig myself a little hole Inside your precious heart 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than A little boy inside That cries out for attention Yet I always try to hide 'Cause I talk to you like children Though I don't know how I feel But I know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said

I will dive into my sleep And I dream of the pretty buildings. Wonder what she's doing now And whether she's still living. Telegraph your point of view And shepherd me from silence. Sitting in this fit of rage, I fall down from my pedestal. I don't wanna feel this low again. I ain't gonna steal your flame again. I don't wanna feel... 'Cause you know it hurts like hell! So come out of the closet Let's talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell! That's you in a nutshell Flowers bloom in harmony And mixtapes from the 60's. Fueled by the LSD, He looks into his future I don't wanna feel this low again. I ain't gonna steal your flame again. I don't wanna feel... Cause you know it hurts like hell So come out of the closet Let's talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell That's you in a nutshell Morning came and I was dead Before I left for school We paint the smiles onto our heads And keep away from the animals. And you know it hurts like hell So when you reach the top Just throw yourself off And you know it hurts like hell And that's you in a nutshell That's you in a nutshell And you know it hurts like hell So come out of the closet Let's talk about it And you know it hurts like hell And that's you in a nutshell That's you in a nutshell