Star f..cking Hipsters Ana Ng
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way, the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
Listen, Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling, "Small girl after all"
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who has been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
Listen, Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here and I know you're there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
Listen, Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
Listen, Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
Listen, Ana, hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you
