I've opened up a place in this simple song,
It's a little bit of space I'm leaving,
Taking chances at first glances that you'll get me all wrong, and cross out every word I'm singing.
Or this could grow on you my friend,
Might not knock you down but drag you in,
But it's a place I can begin to get under your antenna and your thick skin.
How 'bout a little wind in your perfect hair?
About a little swim in my ocean?
I'm dreaming in and breathing in the metaphoric air, designed to get your faith in motion.
Or this could grow on you my friend,
Might not knock you down but drag you in,
But it's a place I can begin to get under your antenna and your thick skin.
Working in precision on your thick skin,
Making an incision in your thick skin,
Creating some division in your thick skin,
Dropping words of wisdom on your thick skin.
I've opened up a vein and let the ink get out,
It's dripping from the hand I'm moving,
The mystery in you and me is what it's all about, and true love is the scalpel I've been using.
Yeah, this could grow on you my friend,
Might not knock you down but drag you in,
But it's a place I can begin to get under your antenna and your thick skin,
Under your antenna and your thick skin,
Under your antenna and your thick skin.
