Nothing Solid by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 Lyrics

Don't close the kitchen door
I'm fixing to fix myself a sandwich
I'm not really all that hungry
I'm just ridiculous
I act from force of habit
I put the ketchup on the bun

I can't part the waterfall curtain
It flows over and under by hands
The only scenes are shimmering
And they never hold their shape
They never look like anything I've seen before
They make me recoil every second

I could stand under this shower without moving
And not hold any shape
Frozen up while my mind flows
And flees like running water
Nothing solid ever, nothing solid ever
Nothing solid, solid nothing