Sometimes I feel like we're in different dimensions
Sometimes I feel like we're in constant dissension
Sometimes I don't understand your opinion
You have a way, you see, of hiding your intentions
Sometimes I just don't think that we see eye to eye
It's hard to see you when you're facing to that side
It's hard to see you when you're not facing the light
You know I never did intend to make you cry
Will you be my perfect little straight line?
Will you be my perfect little straight line?
And now I cannot see above you or below you
And now I just-a cannot seem to get around you
And now I cannot continue to confound you
Or risk the awful power that abounds you
Will you be my perfect little straight line?
Will you be my perfect little straight line?
You know I'm not the sharpest angel in the land
But you know I am also not the most obtuse
I want to promise you, I'll be forever true
But I'm feeling stuck between the ceiling and the roof
Will you be my perfect little straight line?
Will you be my perfect little straight line?