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 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, o-oh.