Abalone

Fresh cut grass and a sun-split lip Quit looking at me from the corner of your eye Red hot blood in a abalone shell Well, well, I think I just fell I think I In a half dead tree a week from now You'll be asking how As you ride the wave to the corner store You'll be asking for more Drip, drip, drip from a ribcage sky Feel like I'm living in the belly of a whale Shrink and swell, so I hold my head and yell Well, well, I think I just fell I think I In a half dead tree a week from now You'll be asking how As you ride the wave to the corner store You'll be asking for more