Song Lyrics

Mountains of molehills, a grapevine in my ear
Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear
While the nest in my hands starve for rest
Sticklers for cheap fun, you ought to be ashamed
To trade in your heirlooms for an all day black market parade
For a grand prize a slap in the face

[Chorus:]
For you
Bold faced type covers your text
It must have been winter
Still-frame, no dice
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still
It takes a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest
Still-frame, no dice

Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete
With both your eyes open, I just kept pullin' on both your feet
Someday together we'll breathe, breathe

[Chorus]

Roll down your windows; I know there's a shortcut ahead
The long drive home is taking its toll, oh
We just to need to rest

Still-frame, no dice
Where do you get your evidence?
Move now, stay still
It takes a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest
Still-frame, no dice

Andrew Sudderth, Brett Stowers, Clifford Campbell, John Matthew Langley, Jon Dicken

The duration of Vice/Versa is 3:55 minutes and seconds.