Honey the sound's with me
I'm still sitting around
There's favor in the temper you know
There's the sounds and the djinns and hipsters
Coming from the attic window
In a poor suburban blow
I think you're out of your mind
I think you're out of your mind
I think you're out of your mind
I think you're out of your mind
Baby you make me write good lines
And i put them after your good lines
I would think there would be some more time
For more and more stuffs coming on now
And i tattoed your birth face on my arm
And i'm still hanging on to it
You can sit there on the pier sometimes
And listen to my ever ready complaints
I think you're out of your mind
I think you're out of your mind
I think you're out of your mind sometimes
And i think you're out of your mind
Going down, over the city...
Is a big and a slow sun
Splitting off on the space between roof tops
Time is still reserved for you and i
Yeah time is still reserved for you and i
I think you're out of your mind