Mountains of molehills

A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger

While the townspeople gather to hear

While the nests in my hands starve for rest Sticklers for cheap fun

You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms

For an all day black market parades

For a grand prize, a slap in the face For you, bold faced type covers your text

It must have been winter Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move now, stay still, it takes a luminescent hue

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest

Still frame, no dice Loons light the skyline

While you sleep on concrete

With both your eyes open

I just kept pullin' on both your feet

Someday together we'll breathe, breathe For you, bold faced type covers your text

It must have been winter Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move now, stay still

It takes a luminescent hue

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest

Still frame, no dice Roll down in a nutshell

I know there's a short-cut to hell

The long drive home is taking it's toll

We just need some rest Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move now, stay still

It takes a luminescent hue

The wood, the crest, that's weaved outside your vest

Still frame, no dice