I turn you into Gumby and you meld into my skin Outstretch my simple arms and put you back together again Playing make believe with figurines in the quicksand To alleviate the pressure The door became a shaman, while Sheila waited patiently If I can't un-know you How can the tv work properly If life is what you make it How can the tv work properly Playing make believe with figurines in the quicksand Was never something simple Sheila from accounting She always waits so patiently Will the winter end? Are we bundled up for the night? You say I can't feel anything, but I'm ok in a certain light When we were seventeen with Listerine for the quicksand Which one of us was counting? Sheila with her baggage, recoils from my memory My butter teeth are breakin' Blank stares mean something to somebody My mouth ran out of minutes Blank stares mean something to somebody We were seventeen with Listerine for the quicksand Which one of us was counting? I said I'm sorry Sheila, you always wait so patiently