Ben

Duration

3:27

Lyrics

Baking in the heat, I crack the blinds and squint my eyes My view still stayed the same A multicolored plastic playground sits alone in fear of the great sun's awful flame Impervious to heat, you stand in line and look around at all those patient ones And though their fates are the same as yours, you know you won't be back, else your stomach knots won't come undone Ben, every time I see you, you've got burn marks on your back The repetition of a task that I don't recommend But you'll climb on up and slide back down again Ben, I'm not the only one who sees you every day The neighbors keep knocking scared I know she said some things you didn't want to hear But you can still be spared Ben, every time I see you, you've got burn marks on your back The repetition of a task that I don't recommend But you'll push me off and slide back down again High enough to see the crooked lines of the tiny house, you're constantly confined A sudden descent breaks this calm Another August sunset, you retreat to home The cold air burns your eyes Your arms begin to fail, your stubborn legs admit defeat Your conscience slowly dies Ben, every time I see you, you've got burn marks on your back The repetition of a task that no one recommends But you'll ignore us all and slide back down again