Private Suit

Little works of wonder in a nostalgic mood
Let no man pull this under
This is a private suit
Descending, softly, down the hillside
They say
Dim the lights, it's better not to see things
Relying on the free things
Just like a favorite tune
And of course I had my feet in the absurd
Couse I tried to fit my life into a word
And it still turns out the same

We're half seas over, in a nostalgic mood
I got my arms wrapped around your shoulder
Just like a private suit
Feeding on molasses, drinking all the glasses
They say
Kill the lights, it's better not to see things
Relying on the free things
Like a favorite tune
But on top of everything, it sounds absurd
That I tried to fit my life into a word
And it still turned out the same
Hey, but don't worry about me
I'll be sitting by the seashore
Laughing at the lifeforms
Whistling down the breeze
So don't worry about me
'cause you can't please everyone
And I'm thinking to myself
And I'm not the only one
We all gotta learn
To give some in return
Like little works of wonder