Tunng The Wind Up Bird
these books were alive
they spoke to me.
the books have nothing to say!)
Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise
Aside the chair, it shut down for four days
Green and brown are growing sweet (...)
You run the bar in through a picture of your time
The wind-up bird was her new muse (x3)
She made the frontpage bad news
Tell me a story inside
Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind
We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen
as I read you, my love.
The low mower sat, sharpened his blades
And we all told you that it's good to be scared
I turned the page and start laughing at my friends
I looked into her eyes, so that we could pretend
The wind-up bird was her new muse
She made the frontpage bad news
The wind-up bird was her new muse
She made the frontpage bad news
(What is that over there?
That? That's a rocket chair)
We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen
as I read you, my love
Tell me a story inside
Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind
We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove
Lie back and listen
as I read you, my love.
