St. Andrew's Fall Lyrics - Soup - Blind Melon

Big stretch and not much sleep 

I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek 

And it's a bright blue Saturday 

And the rummage sells the rubbish to me 

But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' 

Over this bed of mine 

If I could climb these vines 

And maybe see what you're seein' 

If you were standing 

On the corner staring straight 

Into the eyes of Jesus Christ 

One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be 

I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots 

I don't know if they belong to me 

But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' 

Over this bed of mine 

And if I could climb these vines 

And maybe see what you're seein' 

Sittin' at the edge of this building 

Twenty stories below, a twenty stories below 

Twenty stories below, twenty stories below 

I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat 

And viewed my life today but I can tell you 

I don't think that I can find easier way 

So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand 

With a three armed man, you know I'll understand 

Pockets full of crappiness can't piece together my day 

So I pose myself this question 

Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade 

I got my head buried in this pillow 

I got my head buried in this pillow, so low 

But you should have been in my shoes yesterday 

You should have been in my shoes yesterday