Got a little garden, pull the flags out of the sand.
Let's point our fingers and hold our hands.
Did you hear on the screen
'Bout pollution in the River Scene?
Can we burn those witches clean and purify?
Hey, Choir, stuff's weird between you and I.

Got a little clubhouse, ever read so many rules?
Thought the whole point here was to get away from church and school.
Nowadays, hard to rock to the beat of your secret knock,
And so it's friends and pints- we talk, we try to find
The gold between black and white.
Hey, stuff's weird between you and I.

'Cause every city's got one that they don't talk about,
"Used to march along, now he don't hang around."
Turned the wrong way down a one-way street.
Drove on the red, stopped on the green,
Cryin', "No code big enough to smother me."

Got a little dreamhouse, we could each one have it all,
But you got a habit of burnin' 'em down cause you don't like the color of the walls.
But it's okay, it's alright,
You know you're welcome anytime.
I think of all the lines you helped me to bust outside.
They say your first love lasts your life.
Hey, stuff's weird between you and I.
So we go...