Lyrics

What a sophisticated space What a well educated population What socialite would go donate What it takes to own this place for sixty days In a sophisticated congregation There's a collection of a space that puts on Banquets that I have vice-reported on From the balcony and the wall The worst permission slip you can imagine Wouldn't gain entrance to anything other than who Would dole out all the tickets to Imagine that don't go to anything at all Good luck ever knowing yourself You're sitting in a room and speaking well Reporting on the temperature Fake-deep, non-eloquently, every hour Lost deep inside the MFA Ten mental breakdowns we are navigating I think in all regards, I've found a welcome home Amongst the people made of stone Now, if you wait in between What did you say, man, and what did you mean? Whatever, it's just good etiquette to sink the model ships A model pirate and a model wave Two varieties, oceanic and friendly If the news is really great Now, if you really think the time is running out To say all the great things you thought of today You're more than right, you are enlightened Knowing that your place is never to fill anything at all, let alone space Good luck summationed in a place like this Taking okay care of myself Scan the spiral stairs Teleport back to the middle of the room I can't give my mind back, but I can try to take it back to me Take it back to Scanning the spiral stairs and Teleporting back into the middle of the room I can't give my my mind back, but I can try to Take it back, and I can try to make it work, too Take it back to me Take it back
Writer(s): Sidney Frances Gish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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