Underwater Kite

Two bowls of jungle cactus on a sunny night
Bring to us conslusions about short-sighted dice
Melting guns of chocolate
We smoked somebody's name
Four floors to the left of you at the tip of nowhere plains
A hand-grenade of sticks and ears
Dog bowls for my cat
Garbage shoots in your old man's boots
Seven doorways for one flat

My underwater kite (x2)
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite (x2)
It's all we'll ever need

Seven tiers to a doorbell, eighteen-wheeler hose
If you drown your reason can you can what you know
Grain of sand forests exist under our feet
Parking lots for anteaters must cause so much grief
I met am awkard jail bird, he says he eats sticks and stones
The vacuum thinks that kids are rude and that man can't take a joke

My underwater kite (x2)
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite (x2)
It's all we'll ever need

This match is made in hell
I'm sick to death of screens
And all the zombie children are too damn bored to dream
Nightmares come in fours these days
Amateurs still come in two's
The highway's built from lemongrass and opinions from the news

My underwater kite (x2)
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite (x2)
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite (x2)
Won't you come get high with me
it's all we'll ever need
So come and get drowned with me
At the bottom of the sea
In my paper submarine
We'll fly my underwater kite