Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desktop globe | Exit wound in a for--eign na-tion | Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there (Same chords as above) Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends
--Chorus:
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
--Verse 2: All alone at the sixty-four world's fair Eighty dolls yelling "small girl after all" Who was at the DuPont pavillion Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in back of the edge of hearing These are the words that the voice was repeating:
Chorus
--Bridge:
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge
I don't want the world I just want your half
--Verse 3: (Third verse, little different from the first...) | 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 un til it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything
Chorus C (Sound effects) D (Sound effects) Repeat (and fade)
