Guerilla Toss - The String Game lyrics
[Guerilla Toss - The String Game lyrics]
I'm driving the car, but I'm not the owner
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
Crossing the field in staccato
I'm driving the car, but I'm not the owner
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
And crossing the field in staccato
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
The fly is growing, it's exponential
Stretching the fur helium latex
The seconds are days, and then much older
Climbing ladders, up then deflating
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
This woman I know, she's ripping paper
Pointing at her mumbling nirvana
She's figured it out, in bit's and pieces
The fragments of good outweigh the rocky
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
But knowing that it isn't here
Remembering the balloon man the balloon man
The balloon man the balloon man
The balloon man
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
Crossing the field in staccato
I'm driving the car, but I'm not the owner
I'm moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
And crossing the field in staccato
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
The fly is growing, it's exponential
Stretching the fur helium latex
The seconds are days, and then much older
Climbing ladders, up then deflating
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
This woman I know, she's ripping paper
Pointing at her mumbling nirvana
She's figured it out, in bit's and pieces
The fragments of good outweigh the rocky
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
But knowing that it isn't here
Remembering the balloon man the balloon man
The balloon man the balloon man
The balloon man