Banana Pants Man

(Verse 1)

Who can peel the fabric of the sky?
And watch the golden yellow bleed?
Who walks silent as the hours die,
Planting strange and silent seeds?

(Chorus)

The Banana Pants Man...
Oh, the Banana Pants Man...
He bends the sunlight through a crooked lens,
Where the shadow starts and the sidewalk ends.

(Verse 2)

He speaks in static, steps in slow motion,
Drifting like a wave in a seamless ocean.
You hear his footsteps outside your door,
Leaving yellow dust on the hallway floor...