We stand here in ceremonial dress With a knife in the garter Like the love you never get to feel This is the fame of the martyr You are the California smile You're the cake decorator He has like this plan which is just keep doing Exactly what it is that you're doing And everything's just somehow going to be alright And I was like, I'm growing stalagmites I don't want to be here anymore ♪ So I guess we're going to live in this haunted city forever more Where the gray creeps through your front door And all the houses look like jack-o-lanterns, Exactly the same all stood in a row. Glowing with the mundanity Of an early evening being lived out inside Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes Trying to focus in cages The lines are blurred, so what is it? An hourglass or two faces? We're only human is our excuse Let's just keep blaming nature My heart melts less over the years While the past rings in my ears You are the California smile You're the cake decorator So if needs be I'll batter you with unrelenting dignity My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam Because all words will be meaningless When you're washed up on the sand Try not to think about the future Try not to live in the past ♪ In the meantime, I'll write down all of these words And sing songs of being lost then found (yeah) Being loved and lost