is this so stale
we can't even break bread
she's turned so frail
she's gonna break in two

depending on
narrow minds
winding arrows
pointing behind
resplendent hole
she's digging in the garden
i'm shoveling the pedals
protector of the shade
why see eye to eye
when you cant see my face

is this so stale
we can't even break bread
she's turned so frail
she's gonna break in two instead

counted rosary beads,
wiping sweat in a daze
a maze that sworms when you're angry
and locks you into a concave
she's hammering at the lock,
breaking glass on the gate
when i cry
i whine like a child
doo wah doo this is all
a big mistake

and you're so stale
you don't even have a taste
i'm turning frail
even pirates see a sunken face

the protector of the shade
breaking glass on the gate
when we cry we sound like children
doo wahh doo wah doo wahh doo wrong
doo wah doo doo wah doo wah doo doo wah--
doo wah doo what you want you're going to.