Continental Breakfast

(альбом: Lotta Sea Lice - 2017)

You won't believe what I coulda told ya
But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know
I can say that 'cause I'm a man
But I feel like a little boy... today

I cherish my intercontinental friendships
We talk it over continental breakfast
In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, around here

I cherish my intercontinental friendships
Not much very big on enemies
So I kick a can way up into the sun, man
But it falls down into a ravine
I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do

Watching the waves come in at night
From my back porch stoop, porch swing swinging on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me
But I'm feeling inferior on the interior don't ya see
Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)
(Like better luck performing telekinesis on a priestess)
You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya
But I wouldn't wanna leave ya tripping out over it
OK, more-so me, but...
(Or just me)

Watching the waves come in at night
From my back porch stoop, porch swing swinging on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I cherish my intercontinental friendships
We talk it over continental breakfast
In a hotel in East Bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, around here