Two frogs come up to the road
One says to the other toad
Hesitation is your friend
Not just to get to the end
Well I misunderstand
With the bread butter knife
Might as well take my life
The decision in my hand
My movements slow
My patience is wide
Might as well be a toad
With the bread in my mouth
Maybe someday you'll see
How to cross the road
Like a grown toad
Oh mama won't you blow your load
I can't see what I hide
I can't see what I hide
I don't know that I had
What I left off from before
And I can't see what I need
And I can't see what I might
I won't see what I don't want
Cause I can't see what I hide
This fire breathes significance on this whole existence
With running eyes and burning feet to the cold distance
They'll never try, they'll never see from your point of reference