And those parts fade away but leanings toward
One foot on the stump, the other's on the pulpit
700 foot, 700 foot pulpit
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
When it's cold and dark
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
We can do some floodin'
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
Toward a full-stop's, all I hear you say
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
When the clouds are low, 700 and sinking
It's part hard to say, parts unknown, unknown forever
And I hate that for, for the things I'm thinking
In our own backyard
Let's take it to the top of the tobacco nation
It's part hard, hard to remember
We can aim the dish for hardcore invitations