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The Sound of Young America Lyrics
This flower lives on two ice cubes, a wood backbone, a window view.
Too much of anything is never a good thing.
It only blooms for what it loves.
I am what I am, just not what I was.
I'm not sure of anything, and I don't feel a thing.
I'm letting go of everything I've ever known.
I worship this unorthodox in bloom.
The summer has been thick and dry,
same as the sleep in my eye.
Too much of anything is never a good thing.
A carved smile, like Halloween,
it's just smoke and mirrors.
You see, a dead tree can stand for years.
I'm not sure of anything, and I don't feel a thing.
Too much of anything is never a good thing.
It only blooms for what it loves.
I am what I am, just not what I was.
I'm not sure of anything, and I don't feel a thing.
I worship this unorthodox in bloom.
same as the sleep in my eye.
Too much of anything is never a good thing.
A carved smile, like Halloween,
it's just smoke and mirrors.
You see, a dead tree can stand for years.
I'm not sure of anything, and I don't feel a thing.
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From the track-by-track: "I went to the grocery store and ended up buying an out of season orchid for $5. I didn't anticipate it lasting for more than a week. While in the parking lot, a Southern man stopped me and told me the key to keeping it alive was two ice cubes a week and not a lot of sun. The thing is still alive, even after I knocked it over while doing dishes. In complicated times I am jealous of its simplicity, and of that Southern guy."