Folding Chair Come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze There's a shadow You can't see my eyes And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
Let's get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy, I'll safety pin his clothes all cool and you'll graffiti up his toys I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat yes they do They do
Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears But every time the tide come in to take me home I get scared NOW I'm sitting here alone
Maybe one day you'll understand That I want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand Till that day just please don't be so down Don't make frowns, you silly clown
Just come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze There's a shadow You can't see my eyes And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes