The Idea Songtext
von Chorus Grant

I made up my mind about a hundred times
Thought maybe renting a room and have a coffin brought up to our house
But I know we′re both too busy
So now we're plowing the old doll face up and leaving for a tire fire by I95
More than you know we are an arrow and bow
Swimmers at sea escaping the undertow
I drew both chalked out lines and hid the corpse under the bed
Wonder if the neighborhood changed the second we left
For foreign pavements to come up to our necks
I made up my mind about a hundred times
But the idea was so insane
I shouldn′t mention it again I made the mistake reading the lips and the face
But the idea was so insane I should mention it again
I made up my mind about a hundred times
Thought maybe renting a room and someone borrowing our house
A fake funeral pyre by the I95
I drew both chalked out lines and hid the corpse under the bed
Wonder if the neighborhood changed the second we left
For foreign pavements to come up to our necks
For foreign pavements to come up to our necks
But the idea was so insane
I shouldn't mention it again