Ivy and vine, poison and wine 
It’s just a matter of how you choose to waste your time 
Cranberry juice, old paper news 
If it’s all the same then tell me what’s the use? 

Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains 
Waiting for a gaze to make a change 
Holes in the wall can rarely see it all 
It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall 

Ivy and vine, paper cut lines 
This kind of sight, it robs ordinary people blind
Birdies and bees, clean, bruise-free knees 
They’ve never had to bow down to gravity 

Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains 
Waiting for a gaze to make a change 
Holes in the wall can rarely see it all 
It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall 

It’s not a matter of taste, not a matter of saving space 
What you promise to change will never change, never change 
Every time you unwind, every time you close your eyes 
You’re falling behind, you’re falling behind 

Ivy and vine, poison and wine 
It’s all a matter of how you choose to waste your time