Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars
Album - 9 agosto 1988 - Debaser id 19503

I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah


Choke me in the shallow waters
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or

Oh, I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?
What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what you are and

What I am is what I am
Are you what you are or what?

Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

Thursday afternoon you cast a shadow 'round my room. The breeze moved the curtains and lifted my perfume into the air and danced with lazy curls in your hair. The sun was in the sky like pink champagne and it glistened in your eyes all day. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of December. I swear I remember it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you now? You stood by the lake. I wanted to take you for granted. The grass was thin and high. The water mirrored tiny sparkles to the sky. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of december. I swear I remember it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you now? In the by-myself mornings the birds windchime. The treelimbs crackle and the sunshine climbs up the sky like pink champagne that glistens in your eyes all day. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of December. I swear I remeber it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you know?

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends on you
Touching ground with us

But I quit, I give up
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems
And I quit, I give up
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems

And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody else can say goodbye

Everything is temporary anyway
When the streets are wet, the colors slip into the sky
But I don't why that means you and I are
That means you and I

I quit, I give up
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems
And I quit I give up
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems

And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself, it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone, it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody can say

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around

She glows around you like the moon. She smiles at her reflection in a spoon. She reads expensive magazines. She sees herself in eveything. You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. She's tangled up in you. She's laced up in your shoe. She's got a ladder to the sky. She's got a mad look in her eye. You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. She moves in simple curves. She speaks in simple words. And it's simple to be in love with her. You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. You call her home and you want to move in. But a house is not a home and a home is not a house when there's not enough room for you. You call her home. Sweet home.