Good morning Joan, now pick up your phone
It was bad but just a dream and you are remembered
Put on something pretty, go back to the city
In town the sky's just space, no starlight in your face
Listen to Eve, she's got stuff up her sleeve
To her there's no excuse, you've gotta use before you get used
Or talk to Louise, she knows all about freezin'
She got lost in early May and now it's December
I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me, I would
Good morning Joan, did you wake up alone?
Did you dream you woke up happy with a phone book full of names?
Just forget about Mary, she says everything's scary
She got locked inside her skin, get near her, she'll drag you in
I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me I would
Save you from this if I could
If you were less like me, God knows I would
Save you from this, spare us all this shit
But you're all just like me, so I quit
My name is yours, can I sleep on your floor?
See, my heroes changed their minds and I lost my numbers |
Ahab:
Cardigans:
Cardigans:
Cardigans:
A Camp:
