Nice Idea

Life, nice idea Stop knocking, I'm not here Stocking up, I've not got enough Front windows frosted up Sat in the car with the news on Shaking my head At least I can trust the confusion Everyone's out for what they can get We ain't seen nothing yet You know what I need? A week on a beach, or a freak on a leash Concerns of the day keep crowding around me When I'm trying to sleep I keep it discrete End of the week He's on a podium with his physique She's in the shadows, nose full of beak Nice technique Back to the matter at hand Fractured reality captured in quality High definition Roaring equality, boring to listen Anyway, it makes no difference It's all conjecture, I prefer projections Keep it all positive, back to the basement Back to the session Our lives are the rhythm section No one's in time, don't listen Just keep on playing as if one day it'll all make sense I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day I seen them go bad for money I seen them go bad for love I seen them go bad for status Nobody could get enough I blamed the city for it It weren't the city's fault Underneath the city is a vault Full of murder, straight up exploitation Theft, and greed, and death And racing hearts who ain't got nothing left They'll steal the breath straight out your chest If it would give them one more step to run This heavy stress, excess Keep building up, don't settle Less is more, but more is better Pleasure Heavy metal, heavy weather --, let's go back to bed forever Watch TV and --, till I can't speak to answer whether I'm okay, or not And if I ever get another minute I'll be sure to do something with it, or something I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day I wanna stay in bed with you all day Just give me a minute to drink If this is it here, the brink The end of it all, then come let's sink Into it's arms, red sky, pink sunset shrinks the whole horizon I was born, and I will die, and there is nothing I can know There are no reasons why, there is no cause No calling, no direction home Overexposed and blown apart and overgrown We know it all and can't be shown And my opinion's fine by me My truth's all I need Other people's lives are mysteries That I'm too tired to read All these people shouting loud So hard to care about All the people I don't hear are the people I hold dear Yeah, nice idea, keep knocking, no one's here Yeah, nice idea, keep knocking