Seven Out

And the cigarettes you crashed
Left a trail that I could catch
Like those jet streams in your eyes
but you're harder to define

Roll up, roll down your sleeves once more
Listen, I'm talking to you
These things will never be explained
And the earth spins slower closer with you now

And the toast you made burnt black
And it's so bad on my back
Like a candle on its side
You find you're harder to define

Roll up, roll down your sleeves once more
Listen, I'm talking to you
These things will never be explained
And the earth spins slower closer with you now

And you're sitting stoned alone
All your jumped-up friends have gone
And they tried to bend your mind
But found you're harder to define

Roll up, roll down your sleeves once more
Listen, I'm talking to you
These things will never be explained
And the earth spins slower closer with you now