mountains of molehills a grapevine in my ear spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear while the nest in my hands starve for air sticklers for cheap fun you ought to be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms for an all day black market parade for a grand prize a slap in the face for you bold face type covers your text it must have been winter still frame no dice where do you get your evidence move back stay still it takes a luminescent hue the wood the crest that s weaved outside your vest still frame no dice  loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open i just kept pulling on both your feet someday together we ll breathe breathe for you bold face type covers your text it must have been winter still frame no dice where do you get your evidence move back stay still it takes a luminescent hue the wood the crest that s weaved outside your vest still frame no dice roll down your windows i know there s a shortcut ahead the long drive home is taking its toll we just need some rest still frame no dice where do you get your evidence move back stay still it takes a luminescent hue the wood the crest that s weaved outside your vest still frame no dice