We're sleeping underneath the plastic trees
Turn off the sun the wax fruit tastes lovely
We ride the waves of simulated surf
We make love on the fresh cut Astroturf

Memorized Lines
Rehearse the Play
See right through me
Like an X-ray

You're robbing a bank with a fake toy gun
You're captured in a bad TV rerun
You won the race against my one track mind
Standing in place the mountain I must climb

Die on the vine
Beautiful day
See right through me
Like an X-ray

I guess it was an Ordinary Time
Nothing special
Forget it nevermind