Never Sing in Front of a Place That Serves Food If You're Bad

There's a city in Asia
With the lights slowly starting to rise
And from the harbor
You can already tell it's night

The water's dark
But dark blue
Not ominous dark
Too dark to swim in though
Too deep too
So just hang back and listen

Sometimes I feel like an unhinged door
Something that used to lead somewhere
Now just old, dried out
And waiting to be replaced
A reflection of the house
It used to hang onto

Wood splintered
Knob missing
Bell broken

Made fish for supper
If you wanna come by
Some guy was standing outside the fish market
Singing with a guitar

Told him to go play somewhere else
Don't sing in front of a place that serves food if you're bad
If you're good it makes the food taste better
But he was no good so...

It don't take too much
To make a good thing
Go bad, you know

Trip a wire
Flip a switch
Miss a note
And suddenly nothing tastes good anymore

You know, once upon a time
This whole city was covered with purple flowers
Used to give out the most beautiful smell
Then buildings went up
And cars rode
And suddenly you can't find a flower
To save your life, can you?

You keep looking in the sand
Like there's an answer in it

If there is, it won't be there long
So you better commit it to memory
The tide takes everything out

The deep, dark water

You got eyes almost as dark
Anybody ever tell you that?
Anybody ever mention to you
That when you're looking at 'em
It's like you're not really looking at all?

Maybe it's a protection thing

That's fine
If it is

Nothing wrong with trying to protect yourself

Nothing wrong with that
At all