Paper Bird - None of the Above lyrics
[Paper Bird - None of the Above lyrics]
None of the above could describe your feeling
So tick the box below where
It says "not specified"
And close the door with a
Bang so maybe they'll notice
That you've just gone home or
Gone fishing or died
I'll meet you in the back
Of the secret garden
That's where the carnivores eat
Kittens all day
You painted the walls dark green to pretend
That the jungle in fact's just
A stone's throw away
You still want that house
With the slate roof and the tiled floor
And the golden door mat on
The top of the hill
And a flock of gentle crows
To circle the neighbourhood
And come back for dinner on the windowsill
You can sell your hair and sell your blood
And disguise all the scars on your tongue
But all naked and sewn up
You still cannot go back
To where you really came from
Parties are never as wild
As in the photographs
And sex ain't as boring as a on pay TV
And I guess war is a
Million times more frightening
Than what most people want to make us believe
But, you only got a shoe box
With a hole in it
And I'll have to make up the evening news
And I'll make an origami remote control
To make you believe you've got
The right to choose
So tick the box below where
It says "not specified"
And close the door with a
Bang so maybe they'll notice
That you've just gone home or
Gone fishing or died
I'll meet you in the back
Of the secret garden
That's where the carnivores eat
Kittens all day
You painted the walls dark green to pretend
That the jungle in fact's just
A stone's throw away
You still want that house
With the slate roof and the tiled floor
And the golden door mat on
The top of the hill
And a flock of gentle crows
To circle the neighbourhood
And come back for dinner on the windowsill
You can sell your hair and sell your blood
And disguise all the scars on your tongue
But all naked and sewn up
You still cannot go back
To where you really came from
Parties are never as wild
As in the photographs
And sex ain't as boring as a on pay TV
And I guess war is a
Million times more frightening
Than what most people want to make us believe
But, you only got a shoe box
With a hole in it
And I'll have to make up the evening news
And I'll make an origami remote control
To make you believe you've got
The right to choose