On A Friday
What Is That You See
No longer caught up
Big church wall
Making some noise with a pair of drums
Lying your thoughts out over the sky
Spinning around as you gaze at the sun
(What is that you see?)
Why don’t you talk to me?
(What don’t you talk to me?)
What is that you see?
(What is that you see?)
Wrapping your fingers around my neck
I see the grass is still when we made our beds
I see the thin weed boy ride at this edge
I see the holy Jesus and the Pharaoh and the Venus
And the ghost of you and me
Gagged and given up for dead
(What is that you see?)
Why don’t you talk to me?
(What don’t you talk to me?)
What is that you see?
(What is that you see?)
Wrapping your fingers around my neck
There’s something up there but I
Don’t know what the hell it is
There’s something up there
As you guessed
Like the sun
(What is that you see?)
Why don’t you talk to me?
(What don’t you talk to me?)
What is that you see?
(What is that you see?)
Wrapping your fingers around my neck