歌詞
Sleeping like a mouse tucked into a matchbox
Dreaming about our old treehouse
Smoking cigs on Windmill Ridge walks
Woke up crucified alive
A muppet on a cross
I forgot to think a lot
I never caught a train of thought
A slot machine of memories
Chili peppers on the fiddle leaf
Sand looks like it’s snowing
Blue heron on a crane
4 months and you’re showing
Baby pointing at a plane
Left Snowdrops on the countertop
On sale at Winn Dixie
Wintertime blowing dandy lions
Too lazy for a Christmas tree
I forgot to think a lot.
I never caught a train of thought
Let me come back home
Where my garden grows
I will comb my hair
I will buy new clothes
I will light the sky
Where my candle roams
Let me come back home
It’s uncool to be tragic
When you’re in your 30s
I’ve learned how I hide behind
All of the ugly parts of me
A shoebox full of ornaments
Snoopy caroling
Porky playing a trumpet
A hot dog dangling on a string
Still love you madly, Gadget
Without you I’m flimsy
Will you decorate the place the same?
Chili peppers on the fiddle leaf
Written by: Whitmer Thomas
