We are filled with wild woods And spitting tangled branches every word we shout I think it's best we cut that out Let the trees and bushes settle down But doubt is watching us again No longer laughing at our faces stained with sun I'd like to put him in his place So we can put this off another day You are the good side of a coin I am the disembodied ghost of another man But you only saw me upside down If I knew how to, I'd turn around So we just stare each other straight And try and try and try to see the same But all that talk just seems to fade Into an orange sea of lion's manes Cause I'm tired of you Yeah I'm tired of you So please stop coming around Cause every time you do it brings me down