Lemon Demon - The Only House That's Not on Fire (Yet) lyrics
[Lemon Demon - The Only House That's Not on Fire Yet lyrics]
I feel knotted up today
But in a most exquisite way
Like neckties or like macrame
Bowlines and zeppelin bends
If you were a theremin
I wouldn't know where to begin
My hands would stay here on my chin
With a hum that never ends
This suit doesn't fit me
I made it myself counterfeitly
With buttons of blue killing me with déjà vu
It's a gift for you
When I escape at last
When enough time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just a side effect
I feel strangely regular
But honestly I prefer it
To the usual bizarre damn that oxymoron
If you were a piece of dust
I'd shine a light through the busted
Window and I'd learn to trust
In the updraft that you're on
Click, click, auto-focus
The film's in the can like hocus-pocus
A picture of you killing me with déjà vu
Don't know what I'll do
When I escape at last
When the end of time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just the side effect
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
(Shut up)
Oh, I just thought of
How to change all the hate Into love
With the old switcheroo
Dancing in my déjà vu you'll be dancing too
When I escape at last
When the future is the past
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
But in a most exquisite way
Like neckties or like macrame
Bowlines and zeppelin bends
If you were a theremin
I wouldn't know where to begin
My hands would stay here on my chin
With a hum that never ends
This suit doesn't fit me
I made it myself counterfeitly
With buttons of blue killing me with déjà vu
It's a gift for you
When I escape at last
When enough time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just a side effect
I feel strangely regular
But honestly I prefer it
To the usual bizarre damn that oxymoron
If you were a piece of dust
I'd shine a light through the busted
Window and I'd learn to trust
In the updraft that you're on
Click, click, auto-focus
The film's in the can like hocus-pocus
A picture of you killing me with déjà vu
Don't know what I'll do
When I escape at last
When the end of time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just the side effect
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
The punchline is there is no punchline
The punchline is that there is no punchline
(Shut up)
Oh, I just thought of
How to change all the hate Into love
With the old switcheroo
Dancing in my déjà vu you'll be dancing too
When I escape at last
When the future is the past
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet