Vice/Versa

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 parade

For a grand prize, a slap in the face

For you

Bold face type covers your text

It must have been winter

Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move back, 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 pulling on both your feet

Someday, together, we'll breathe, breathe...

For you

Bold face type covers your text

It must have been winter

Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move back, stay still

It takes a luminescent hue

The wood, the crest

That's weaved outside your vest

Still frame, no dice

Roll down the window

I know there's a shortcut ahead

The long drive home is taking its toll

We just need some rest... (oh yeah)

Still frame, no dice

Where do you get your evidence?

Move back, stay still

It takes a luminescent hue

The wood, the crest

That's weaved outside your vest

Still frame, no dice