Lyrics
Stole off under the moon
You and I had raced to the orange grove
without so much as half a clue
Are you following?
Are you upright?
And how can I know for sure?
How can I know for sure?
I think I've got a guess
I was petrified, you were frozen
and both our bodies turned to stone,
though as guessing goes,
I'm a poor bet
Oh, I'm only one for four
I'm only one for four
I can't help but picture
all your wooden bowls
full of plastic fruit
You placed them perfect
and they're staying put
just like a still life
If the sun would just keep on blazing
light bouncing off my face
If the earth would just stop rotating
and hovering around in space
If the oranges would never rot and
if the leaves would never fall
If everything stayed the same forever
I wouldn't care at all
