So tell me about your mom
And how she cuts her hair
Does she like it short
Does she grow it out
Like seaweed

Because you are not awake
You are not awake
You're still asleep with the seaweed kelp

So tell me about your dad
And how he gets you high
Do you like him stoned out, yeah
Do you like him dried out like seaweed

Because you are not awake
You are not awake
You're still asleep with the seaweed kelp

I am a ghost on fire
White sheets aflame
Where is my heart
After the afterlife
Where it has it gone and stayed

So tell me about yourself
And how you like to dream about the ocean
Does it make you want to believe
In anything at all
Like me

Copyright: Fintage House Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): CHAD VANGAALEN