Watch me heap up what I´ve sown
I´m made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself
Uniquely designed but we can´t help ourselves
So – Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won´t design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I´ve found myself can you find you
So – Why I´ve made the face that bugs you
I won´t design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I´ve found myself can you find you
So – Why, did I make the face
And I won´t design
I made the face
I won´t design