700 Ft Ceiling

Let's go to the park, let's go watch them flooding Out there after dark, don't have to think of nothing And i love that for, for the way i'm feeling Seven hundred foot, seven hundred foot ceiling Let's take it to the top of the tobacco nation We can aim the dish for hardcore invitations And i hate that for, for the things i'm thinking When the clouds are low, seven hundred and sinking It's part hard, hard to remember, it's part hard to say Parts unknown, unknown forever and those parts fade away But leanings toward, toward a full stop's all i hear you say One foot on the stump, the other's on the pulpit Seven hundred foot, seven hundred foot pulpit And i love that for, for the way i'm feeling Seven hundred foot, seven hundred foot ceiling It's part hard, hard to remember, it's part hard to say In our own backyard, we can do some flooding Parts unknown, unknown forever, and those parts fade away When it's cold and dark, don't have to think or nothing, don't have to think or nothing