Abalone

Fresh-cut grass and a sun-split lip

Quit lookin' at me from the corner of your eye

Red-hot blood in an abalone shell

Well, well, I think I just fell

I think I

In a half-dead tree a week from now

You'll be asking how

As you ride the wave to the corner store

You'll be asking for more

Drip, drip, drip from a ribcage sky

Feel like I'm livin' in the belly of a whale

Shrink and swell, so I hold my head and yell

Well, well, I think I just fell

I think I

In a half-dead tree a week from now

You'll be asking how

As you ride the wave to the corner store

You'll be asking for more