[Verse 1]
Jane insists we take the long way through all kinds of scenery
There's things you don't see in me after a long day
Fuckers in the frat stars make a pass at your friend, gets a slap
I bite my nails in the shade

[Chorus]
Your eyes are getting glassy
I was singing praise songs like I did when I was five
The lines I thought were keeping me alive

[Verse 2]
When do the first become the last?
Domesticate what I can't ask
The architecture meets your eyes
You stay composed, you moves through light

[Verse 3]
The exodus ensues at midday
The way your hair falls and your collection of freckles frames your face in a bouquet
Magnetic in the spotlight
Carve a hole in the floor with my eyes
I lock my knees into place

[Bridge]
Too much and not the mood
No reason to construe
Too much and not the mood
No need to get confused
[Chorus]
Your eyes are getting glassy
I was singing praise songs like I did when I was five
The lines I thought were keeping me alive