Mountains of molehills   A grapevine in my ear   Spots on the tiger   While the townspeople gather to hear   While the nests in my hands starve for rest      Sticklers for cheap fun   You oughta be ashamed   To trade in your heirlooms   For an all-day black market parade   For a grand prize, a slap in the face      For you   Bold face type covers your text   It must have been winter      Still frame, no dice   Where do you get your evidence?   Move back, stay still   It takes a luminescent hue   The wood, the crest   That's weaved outside your vest   Still frame, no dice      Loons light the skyline   While you sleep on concrete   With both your eyes open   I just kept pulling on both your feet   Someday, together, we'll breathe, breathe...      For you   Bold face type covers your text   It must have been winter      Still frame, no dice   Where do you get your evidence?   Move back, stay still   It takes a luminescent hue   The wood, the crest   That's weaved outside your vest   Still frame, no dice      Roll down the window   I know there's a shortcut ahead   The long drive home is taking its toll   We just need some rest... (oh yeah)      Still frame, no dice   Where do you get your evidence?   Move back, stay still   It takes a luminescent hue   The wood, the crest   That's weaved outside your vest   Still frame, no dice