I turn you into Gumby and you meld into my skin
Outstretch my simple arms and put you back together again
Playing make believe with figurines in the quicksand
To alleviate the pressure
The door became a shaman, while Sheila waited patiently
If I can't un-know you
How can the tv work properly
If life is what you make it
How can the tv work properly
Playing make believe with figurines in the quicksand
Was never something simple
Sheila from accounting
She always waits so patiently
Will the winter end? Are we bundled up for the night?
You say I can't feel anything, but I'm ok in a certain light
When we were seventeen with Listerine for the quicksand
Which one of us was counting?
Sheila with her baggage, recoils from my memory
My butter teeth are breakin'
Blank stares mean something to somebody
My mouth ran out of minutes
Blank stares mean something to somebody
We were seventeen with Listerine for the quicksand
Which one of us was counting?
I said I'm sorry Sheila, you always wait so patiently