Calculus Man Modest Mouse

Oh, the stars, they shine on; they get out of my eye
The stars, they shine on; they shine on this planet
And the stars are projectors
Projectin' our lives on down to this planet
The stars, they are on
And projecting our lives down to this planet
Fine, I don't care if they do

And the stars
They're projecting our lives onto this planet
Oh yeah, the films we're watching
As you have said now
You get on your knee, your mouth is my mood
If you were talkin' out loud
You'd say, "Oh, hey, what it do?"

And I can't find my mouth
And my words, they can't make it
To my mouth out of all my brain
And you say what to do
And we do what you said
And you're talking out of tune
Talking out of a threat I won't want
I get on, I get off
I get the things you don't want