| First, you twist the cherry
|
| Then you taste the seed
|
| You might be able to cover the spread
|
| But you got to use some jam in between
|
| Inside the world is a subtle disease
|
| Passed around by the air we breathe
|
| You could say it was written on the wind
|
| But it’s not whispering
|
| Am I just shooting at mirrors?
|
| Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird
|
| But I think you’ll take me back again
|
| At least that’s what I heard
|
| Another opening day
|
| And the chumps wear the crown
|
| The closer came out and with just three pitches
|
| The big man put him down
|
| He was the sylph of filth
|
| Caliph of the cataract eye
|
| Putting the ball where you want it to go
|
| Is like catching a beam of light
|
| Am I just shooting at mirrors?
|
| Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird
|
| But I think you’ll take me back again
|
| At least that’s what I heard
|
| Am I just shooting at mirrors?
|
| Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird
|
| But I think you’ll take me back again
|
| At least that’s what I heard |