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The turf on our backs was cool and damp The grass held on to our arms Blinking lights danced in the night One might have been Mars I swear I saw a spiderweb That was spun between the stars I couldn't see the horizon's end Or where the sky would start But I'm just reminiscing And pissing the time away Dwelling on yesterday Filling up the ashtray 'Cause everything matters way too much And I need a crutch And it's such an overwhelming state to be in But also nothing matters and Everything is pointless and I wish that I could explain it Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words And if you try you just sound absurd The chapel was huge and hadn't been used For prayer in dozens of years We made it our home, it was a cyclone Of roller skates and beer The worn-out keys could still carry a tune And they echoed for all to hear We laughed and we cried We lived and we died But we had nothing to fear But I'm just daydreaming And fleeing reality 'Cause there's no analogy To how it is currently 'Cause everything matters way too much And I need a crutch And it's such an overwhelming state to be in But also nothing matters and Everything is pointless and I wish that I could explain it Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words And if you try you just sound absurd Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words Some thoughts cannot be made into words And if you try you just sound absurd