gardening clothes on thursday night
the rabbits chew and run from fright
so the lettuce sleeps in peace to-night
these new birds sing like telephone rings
and we just stay inside with our default lies

newspaper lands at the door
wet from the sprinkler it drips on the floor
the midday passes me by
hello, good evening, the news anchor smiles

the nighttime city glows
with shopping malls and other stores
our song's on the radio
phones and our fingers and paint on our toes

we're so happy in our party clothes and default lies
i'm so happy in my party clothes and default lie