I Write The B-Sides — текст песни (Eels)

I write the B-sides
That make a small portion of the world cry
I like the seaside
And singing songs that make you not wanna die
Throw a stone into the sea
And wait for it to come back to me
Better get out on the boat
Cause someone told me that stones don`t float

I like to sit out back
And look up at the squirrels in the trees
They don`t like radio tracks
And they don`t ever talk down to me
Throw a nod up in the tree (?)
Gonna fall right back on me
Well these guys know who they are
And what they need`s in their own backyard

Oooh oooh

I like to flay in snow
I stick my hand in, now where did it go
It might be mighty cold
But that`s all part of not doing what you`re told