baja bird

Costs a lot of money to go ahead and reinvent yourself
So let's dust off the boxes, find the shine in something sitting on the shelf

Light on the world's worst purse
Shines in through your shutters

'Cause God is a girl with a seashell in her palm
You can hear something mighty in something so small
She flashes her tits at the cars on the road and
Says, "You're too young to be feeling so old"

I can tell you're dreaming, tip-a-toeing on the top of every hill
Grow too tall, too fast, and then I promise, oh I promise that you will
But your shadows overwhelming, the leg blankets the city so soon
And the curve of the planet is no longer a mystery to you

Staggering sunset
Like a fractal on your bed

'Cause God is a girl with a seashell in her palm
You can hear something mighty in something so small
She flashes her tits at the cars on the road and
Says, "You're too young to be feeling so old"

Nature's indifferent to power and size
Sun on the cheeks makes us all squint our eyes
You won't be remembered for your fancy clothes
So you're too young to be feeling so old