37 Letters Lyrics

A sentence spoken all wrong

Sixteen syllables long

But if I could find a better way to put the sounds together

Make a perfect combination of thirty-seven letters and

An ampersand

Then you'd understand

That everyone's waiting around for the cave-in

Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out

Strangers suddenly tense

A cough drop soothing their conscience

And he's been trying hard to keep it clean

She's growling like an ice machine

But somewhere in the in-between

Their thoughts are pure and not obscene

Not so obscene

But weak at the seams

Cause everyone's waiting around for the cave-in

Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out

You've got your suitcase

Let's start a car chase

We don't need any of this

This town ain't your fate

It's just buildings

It's a beautiful night

And all of the angels and experts

Are out on the porch singing 'Levon'

And waving their beer cans

They're telling each other

'You shall be a good man'

'You shall be a good man'

All this standing and sitting

We keep on forgetting

It's simple division killing us

And everyone's waiting around for the cave-in

Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out

Spilling out

You've got your suitcase

Let's start a car chase

We don't need any of this

This town ain't your fate

It's just mathematics