Lemon Demon - Sky Is Not Blue lyrics
[Lemon Demon - Sky Is Not Blue lyrics]
I made you these construction paper dolls
Connected by the hands with tiny little faces
And now I'll hang them on the walls
So you can see the people
Filling up the spaces
I think I am the only one
To ever realize that I am
The only one to realize what's true
When all the world is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue
I made you this defective little song
Connected by the chords
Connected and melodic
And if you think I sing it wrong
Or if you think it sounds
A little too robotic
Just let me know, I'll understand
And maybe when I play next week
I'll think of you and make it pristine
As long as you repeat after me:
The grass is not green
I might have stated what I thought before
I might have kept it in, my memory is failing
I might have stumbled through the door
You might have stared and asked
What I had been inhaling
I might have blinked, I might have sighed
I might have been a has-might have-been
But, if you really heard what I said
You'd understand the mindset I'm in
Where roses aren't red
I'm setting up my tiny little town
A Lego set in which I'm planning to retire
It's really time I settled down
But not before I set everything on fire
Put on my boots and stamp it out
The little yellow people don't care
They never did, and they never do
And yet they seem to speak with their stare
They tell me things I can't deny
They tell me I'm a sap, I'm a square
They tell me things I already knew
The greatest of the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue
Connected by the hands with tiny little faces
And now I'll hang them on the walls
So you can see the people
Filling up the spaces
I think I am the only one
To ever realize that I am
The only one to realize what's true
When all the world is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue
I made you this defective little song
Connected by the chords
Connected and melodic
And if you think I sing it wrong
Or if you think it sounds
A little too robotic
Just let me know, I'll understand
And maybe when I play next week
I'll think of you and make it pristine
As long as you repeat after me:
The grass is not green
I might have stated what I thought before
I might have kept it in, my memory is failing
I might have stumbled through the door
You might have stared and asked
What I had been inhaling
I might have blinked, I might have sighed
I might have been a has-might have-been
But, if you really heard what I said
You'd understand the mindset I'm in
Where roses aren't red
I'm setting up my tiny little town
A Lego set in which I'm planning to retire
It's really time I settled down
But not before I set everything on fire
Put on my boots and stamp it out
The little yellow people don't care
They never did, and they never do
And yet they seem to speak with their stare
They tell me things I can't deny
They tell me I'm a sap, I'm a square
They tell me things I already knew
The greatest of the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue