They Might Be Giants Nightgown Of The Sullen Moon
Fell in the door and you fell on the floor
With your hand on the knob, looking up and abruptly
Forget what you're thinking
Fire alarms go off in your head, you live
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
How the windows lean into the room
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
Drug trip, it's not a drug trip
So you feel a bit insulted
Space walk, it's like a space walk
With the corresponding weight loss
And you're nothing but air with your hand in the air
And your shoelaces tied up together with care
There's a feeling of boredom of the big whoredom
Following dressing up
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
How the windows lean into the room
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
How the windows lean into the room
In the nightgown of the sullen moon
Your head is on the moon
It's not necessary to breathe
Forever is a long time
Your head is on the moon
It's not necessary to breathe
Forever is a long time
Your head is on the moon
Your head is on the moon
