[Verse 1]

Place my shoes under the tattered couch

Ah, ah, ah

My back's aching, better lay down

Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2]

Foliage sprawling along the ground

Ah, ah, ah

Blue eyes glazed from an ugly sound

Ah, ah, ah

Now I'm jealous, a world sublime

Ah, ah, ah

[Bridge]

Little symbols, a trace of what is right

Always up the bend, a taste of yesterday

It's so sour, a flinch grazed on my tongue

Always up the bend, a taste of yesterday

End up spoiled, a disregarded fruit

Always what I found was unspectacular

Ah... Ah...

Ah... Ah...

Ah... Ah...