Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

I Can Only See Blue


Nico

Pretencious and Discouraged,
Flying by in a cigar sized sound source
with no more sauce to keep you eating,
more, just to end up with me laughing at your pain.

The moving mowers drone in my ears,
in my mind,
with only a cap gun sound to keep me fine,
I dimmed the lights so we can see,
they way they look without their knees.

Nobody can replace me,
NO
Nobody can replace me
I'll keep around,
Just to watch you and laugh.