Tekstovi: Julie Odell. I Put My Treasures In My Pockets. South Orange Street.

We live in a warehouse
With cracks in the walls
And all the windows are boarded up
And we?ve got rusty door knobs
That won?t allow our keys in
So we can?t lock ourselves in
And our lives are open ended
And our doors are open wide

We?re the lowest of the low
We are happier than most
Because we see beauty in everything
It could be a piece of trash
Or the kid that comes in last
It doesn?t matter
Cause we see beauty
We see beauty in everything

Our neighbor?s the dumpster
Our driveway belongs
to a sad and lonely man
Who?s best friend is alcohol
He sits by the fire and drinks whiskey every night
His flask reflects the flames
And shoots light beams back to my eyes

We?re the lowest of the low
We are happier than most
Because we see beauty in everything
It could be a piece of trash
Or the kid that comes in last
It doesn?t matter
Cause we see beauty
We see beauty in everything


(Thanks to Hannah for these lyrics)