I Got You on Tape /


the sound of laughter televised into your eyes and out of your ears
the show that won’t begin until the music’s dead and everyone’s gone home
soda pops and candybars lying on the floor
singing for tomorrow

your bubblegum exploding through the ceiling
giving you a warm feeling inside
forgetting everything you might be feeling
while dancing like an astronaut and watching the grass grow

we come as one with helmets on and nevermind what’s up or down
a shaky place to stay when you can positively say that you’ve been had
spinning on your grammophone and coming in your window
velvet lights

and sounds reminding you of christmas evening
out of place in the summertime
making no mistakes because you’re dreaming
of asteroids with giant burning tails of fire