Lyrics:

lets go to the park, lets go watch 'em floodin' out there after dark, don't have to think of nothin' and i love that for, for the way i'm feeling 700 foot, 700 foot ceiling lets take it to the top of the tobacco nation we can aim the dish for hardcore invitations and i hate that for, for the things i'm thinking when the clouds are low, 700 are sinking it's part hard, hard to remember it's part hard to say parts unknown, unknown forever and those parts fade away but leanings toward, toward a full-stop's all i hear you say one foot on the stump, the other's on the pulpit 700 foot, 700 foot pulpit and i love that for, for the way i'm feeling 700 foot, 700 foot ceiling in our own backyard, we can do some floodin' when it's cold and dark, don't have to think or nothin