The Earth Our Eyes Could See

There's a suit in your basement, Boy
A dress in your closet, Girl
Dust it off, put it on
Dust it off, put it on
Dust it off, put it on
Dust it off

There's a suit in your coffin, Boy
But there is no body there
A dress in your eyelids, Girl
But no one to buy it

It turns me on, To hear your songs
It turns me on

It turns me on, To hear your songs
It turns me on

I want the Earth to touch me, Finally (?)
I need the air so I can breathe

What if we are the weak
What if the art could come true
What if our sound could be
The Earth your eyes can see

Wondering
We are a product of the Sun
We're not the art we could become