Grass Getting Greener

She watches romance movies

And turns it off before the end

She's got laundry on the floor

Her lamplight, it's golden

The sticker on her carton board, memento

Never really sticks, never really sticks

...

He plays chess with the highway

It's trash but it's scenic

His records hold him like the ocean,

Like the ocean holds water

He hides disdain with platitude

Like Mary, moreover

Everybody wants the truth

But nobody looks at you

I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through

I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue

I fight this feeling of fever

The grass getting greener

Yeah

...

She picks out all the hit songs

Good hook and a chorus

He only likes B-side's

The ones with no chorus

I lay down beside the water to be with you

Quite humbly perfect repetition

Repetition, repetition

Everybody wants the truth

But no one really looks at you

I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through

I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue

I fight this feeling of fever

The Grass getting Greener

The Grass getting Greener

Greener

The Grass getting Greener

Greener

The Grass getting Greener

Yeah