The Exhibition

We've got good minds in bad health

I think you know that

All our friends like us more than we like ourselves

Drinking in style like the laughing stock

We sing in the key of this door but we still knock

Set the clocks back and set my thoughts ahead

We could rewrite this old book stepping through chapters half dead

Someone said before, I'll say it again

It's not just how you play it's how your listenting

A head in the ground

Feet in the sky

You fell when no one watched as you learned how to fly

It's the simple things that have all gone wrong

When you stop to catch your breath your moving on

Graffiti just like a calendar

July ice, now it's melting there

Drinking in style like the laughing stock

We sing in the key of this door but we still knock