Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - 11:11 lyrics

Standing on the corner
Plastic cup in her hand
Standing on the corner, saving for some gin
You don't need to ask
Where she's been or what's up
She'll gladly tell you all about the life
She had before she had the cup

Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
What could I have done?
What could I have said?
Broken glass, spilled milk
Lying on the floor looking dead

Windowpane
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame looking for a name to claim
On a breezy afternoon
And the end's coming soon
And the end's coming soon

So many people hold a cup
So many die drinking milk in
Front of a window
I once knew a woman who got in the way
Of the intentions of a windy, a windy day
Listen, don't hold a cup in any season
Don't make me choose between rhyme or reason
And don't drink that milk in
Front of that window
You might as well blame it on
The will that the wind chose

Windowpane
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame looking for a name to claim
On a breezy afternoon
And the end's coming soon
And the end's coming soon