the basil is arranged with the amber glass and the eggs, all in perfection we hold this table it is cold, we hold this mass far away from town, a mirror, no reflection
u think u know north-east but we know better we know the silence, we know the dark u know the address so u sent that letter u put ur sympathies, u made ur mark
but u have never been here and u never will here where life is still, where we hold tables the wine is in our glasses now, we take our pills now we can look at it, now we are able
we stir the water up, we place it in the front then lay our pencils down, sticks within reach what we wrote on the wall and in our favorite font is now to be read up, these words we preach
grow let it grow in our still life scape take what it needs to fullfill so it will be that we keep these drapes let it forever be still
oh let it show what we did today how its been passed from our hands its in the traces of where we lay right here as long as it stands
theres a freezer in this kitchen but no ice inside its a place to hide, whenever needed we will stay and face the windows we don't need a ride all is here tonite, all what we did
the sleeping grass we planted growing slowly in bowls arranged and numbered up in line to look and never ever touch the holy to sit and keep the focus on the shrine
grow let it grow in our still life scape take what it needs to fullfill so it will be that we keep these drapes let it forever be still
oh let it show what we did today how its been passed from our hands its in the traces of where we lay right here as long as it stands