Too Scared To Move

Cala Lily, can you hear me cross-eyed again
Cursing the wealthy
And all the things they have that we don't?

I'll shut up and let you rest

But if I were raised to
Fight that would be me
Standing up against the Right on the TV
That I die in front of each night
My tail between my knees

Well, I know that you want more from me
But I'm too scared to move

Cala Lily
Would you make room for me in this bed
So I can kick my feet and bang my head
Silently i swear, I won't ask again

And I know how you need your sleep
But my skin's crawling

Well put that book down
About the end of the world
And let your hair down
Like it's the end of the world

And we'll make love

Cala Lily will you still love me
Come the 'morrow knowing I've done nothing
But put sorrow to a soft melody?