Spring '97 가사

the skyshine shown and she keeps shining. i glow in the shelter like a loving television still dreaming of pussy as the rain runs out come spring of '97 cut to morning in a high school an out of body peter sellers pins a note to a coca cola tombstone in the junkyard mess hall with his switchblade, he swipes pad locks, lucky charms, field dreams, sandwiches, and sun right from under the flashlight noses of the newer model 1980 babies and the ape-like med-head wife go getters... policy shift, still he can live with the fish, poison the roots, there's still the college girl moon, heart-shaped wheels roll no matter what sunday, it's always a good time to scream at your bedroom. boys and girls ice skate gland in gland until the rink finally splits in two like souls of vietnam so and so's who never made it to canada... sellers chase the sublime, let sellers chase the sublime in cellars chase the sublime.