Somewhere in the middle of the 45 I saw the cities disappear in the blink of an eye A little more attention to the shimmering waves, everything underneath is a giveaway And even if you said i'd be king for a day I'd still keep on turning and drive the other way The holidays are coming and i guess it's no surprise I had to feed your cat her name is Cherish with a Y? Nothing from the message Nothing from the face The universe is parallel We're sitting side by side Can you smell my apprehension Can you taste my (love of? rubber?) pride They say the grass is greener on the other side But maybe it's the sheep Who've been telling me lies I guess i'd call you generous In lending me your eyes It gives me some impression Of my imminent demise In the bottom of my drink With nowhere left to go Your shoes look so good They're almost part of your clothes Nothing from the message Nothing from the face Nothing from the message Nothing from the face So i listen to the radar And it's starting to race The images faze me So i try to deep/de freeze They cool down, they cool down, they cool down for me