"St. Andrew's Fall" lyrics

Big stretch, not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
In the rummage, sellin' 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 in the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog
And one cockroach, only one way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
But 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'

If you were sittin' on the edge of this building
Twenty stories below
Below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below

And 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 easy 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