Portugal. The Man Follow

Woke up late on that sunday morning.
Woke up late yeah the sun was burning.
Slides and chutes spilling explanations. Slides and chutes offer alibis.

Where the freeways mate and the flies congregate,
There's a needle hungry for a place to sleep.
Where the jumpers meet in the film cloud eyes
With the doctors' notes and them heavy heads we'll cry.

Lay my face back in the sleep finds me lazy.
A fears friendly fed when you're free to be resting.
Birds in the sky and the rain won't soon call in.
Gravel laced sunsets foaming in my belly.

Evident was the flood.
Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
Evident I was told.
Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
A wonder it was worn.
Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
Evident I was told.
Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!

Ohhh, my baby's gonna take your breath away.
Ohhh, my baby's gonna burn your soul.
Ohhh, my baby's gonna take your breath away.
Ohhh, my baby's gonna burn your soul.