You Were Seeing Colors While I Was Seeing God

We found a cabin for cheap, AirBnB

And Nick supplied for us, my old buddy from SC

Packed up the Prius like some piece of shit clichés

We still did it anyway

Lovers in the desert underneath the stars

You were seeing colors while I was seeing God

Sometimes I think about when we would go on walks

You'd inspect the gardens and tell me what they did wrong

I liked to think that they were trying their best

But human intervention always made you so depressed

And in your sunken place you'd tell me life was one big chore

But when I look around oh, well I see so much more

Two lovers on the Eastside beneath the sycamore

You were seeing colors while I was seeing God

Maybe things just might have worked if I could relate

To the meaninglessness that you placed upon your every day

But I discern much more than I can articulate

And I couldn't help but try and try to make you see my way

Ah

You were seeing colors while I was seeing God

I'm just another twenty something sophomore philosopher

Yeah you were seeing colors while I was seeing God