Nada Surf

Watching terrible tv
It kills our thoughts
Getting spacier than
An astronaut
Making out with people
I hardly knew a lot.
I can’t believe what I do
Late at night
I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
Standing at the gates,
I see the beauty above
Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We’ll know what to do
I know the last page so well
I can’t read the first
So I just don’t start
It’s getting worse
I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
I’m standing at the gates
I see the beauty above