They Might Be Giants - No Answer lyrics
[They Might Be Giants - No Answer lyrics]
In the moat of the castle
Was where the duke of
Something's wife drowned
And the eyes of her portrait
Seemed to follow him around
The bank foreclosed on his dungeon
When the duke was late in paying
And now he looks at her picture
And he seems to hear it sing
"What's it like to be alive?"
And she's got no answer to that
She's got no answer that she can hear
Though she may wonder
She doesn't get an answer
Framed in the diorama
Is the art of the taxidermist
Realistically frozen
As it's bouncing with a grin
Life gleams off of the marbles
In the sockets where it's eyes were
And every time they twinkle
It's like a question from the tiger
"What's it like to be alive?"
And he gets no answer to that
He gets no answer, he won't know
He'll always wonder he doesn't get an answer
Close the window
When you hear the howling wind
It's just a query and you mustn't let it in
On the southeast expressway
Where they found the empty stroller
Being blown by the traffic, through the trash
And on the shoulder
Was it the ghost of somebody
Who decided not to begin?
And under the sound of the car horns
Can you hear a small voice asking
"What's it like to be alive?"
And there is no answer to that
There is no answer, no one tells
There is no answer there isn't any answer
And they get no answer to that
They get no answer they can hear
Though they may wander
There isn't any answer
Was where the duke of
Something's wife drowned
And the eyes of her portrait
Seemed to follow him around
The bank foreclosed on his dungeon
When the duke was late in paying
And now he looks at her picture
And he seems to hear it sing
"What's it like to be alive?"
And she's got no answer to that
She's got no answer that she can hear
Though she may wonder
She doesn't get an answer
Framed in the diorama
Is the art of the taxidermist
Realistically frozen
As it's bouncing with a grin
Life gleams off of the marbles
In the sockets where it's eyes were
And every time they twinkle
It's like a question from the tiger
"What's it like to be alive?"
And he gets no answer to that
He gets no answer, he won't know
He'll always wonder he doesn't get an answer
Close the window
When you hear the howling wind
It's just a query and you mustn't let it in
On the southeast expressway
Where they found the empty stroller
Being blown by the traffic, through the trash
And on the shoulder
Was it the ghost of somebody
Who decided not to begin?
And under the sound of the car horns
Can you hear a small voice asking
"What's it like to be alive?"
And there is no answer to that
There is no answer, no one tells
There is no answer there isn't any answer
And they get no answer to that
They get no answer they can hear
Though they may wander
There isn't any answer