The Decemberists - Song for Myla Goldberg lyrics
[The Decemberists - Song for Myla Goldberg lyrics]
Myla Goldberg sets a steady
Hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked
Foot all upside down
It comes around it comes around
It comes around it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things
When pretty times arise
Seraphim and seaweed swim where
Stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around it comes around
It comes around it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out "Eliza"
We begin with sticky shins make
Sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat
Till sticky's sticking too
Funiculi funicula funiculi funicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim
Relates his story sad
About a boy who kicked until his
Shins were all but rubber bands but now
I know New York I need New York
I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out "Eliza"
"Eliza" "Eliza"
Hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked
Foot all upside down
It comes around it comes around
It comes around it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things
When pretty times arise
Seraphim and seaweed swim where
Stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around it comes around
It comes around it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out "Eliza"
We begin with sticky shins make
Sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat
Till sticky's sticking too
Funiculi funicula funiculi funicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim
Relates his story sad
About a boy who kicked until his
Shins were all but rubber bands but now
I know New York I need New York
I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out "Eliza"
"Eliza" "Eliza"