Probably the only accessible pop track on the record.
And that's just the way Tyler would like it.
lyrics
Don't look at me now
As I'm stepping through the doorway
My laces are thrown
In a quandry of sorts
The ocean touches my feet
Because I am so handsome
The bombs of time are thrust
Towards me
Don't scream at me
I'm only a shoeshine
Whose ears fall deaf
After the loud crash
The soles of my feet
Are like butter with pancakes
I play my fat banjo
Like golden-haired angels
I remember a song
From years ago
I stare at the words
Although I don't know
I can see you lurking in the shadows
The song is
Nearing its end
As glistening footsteps
Trance down the
Once-glistening beach
Semi-orchestral folk rock with themes of gender confusion, comparable to Neutral Milk Hotel. It's incredible, you should definitely listen. Charlie Perez
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