I've been trying to pull the plastic
Bag from off your head
Your impression of me is crinkled
I don't want you under my control
I know you believe in love
And all I wanna do is help you spread it
It's 20 below in Minneapolis
This time of year, pack a sweater
Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy pills
You've been wearing that scuba gear
At night so you can sleep
My intentions are far from selfish
I can be your new oxygen tank
You think about death too much
And seem a bit obsessed with your own reflection
Meet me at the Port Authority
We'll go someplace a tad less oppressive
Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy pills
Look at the sky, it's overflowing with milk
See how the ocean's made of satin and silk
Feel how the Earth is spinning 'round on a tilt
And you won't need your happy pills
Ahh, ahhhhhh