The space between our mouths Is a China airline It's breakable and see-through Decorated in white and blue As an antique hue Distance in that space Is from here to a faraway place It can get cold Like maybe the north pole In the wintertime I should be ashamed For causing more pain Maybe take a break Roll up that thick black snake That I call a tongue Try and hold my breath Oh, I might just postpone death If I could just shut my face Might save the human race Or at least us. The air inside this house Is an L.A. sunrise It's gloomy, hot, and red And I should have stayed in bed For the greater good It tastes and smells the same Maybe a little rain Clear it all away Make way for another day I should be ashamed For causing more pain Maybe take a break Roll up that thick black snake That I call a tongue Try and hold my breath Oh, I might just postpone death If I could just shut my face Might save the human race Or at least us.