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