of Montreal - Internecine Larks lyrics
[of Montreal - Internecine Larks lyrics]
When we met in the kitchen it
Was like kissing a statue
Then I knew that I could
Be a lesser Pygmalion
Although the dream was sad it was
Nice to see you again
In a way before we were
Close enough to be enemies, my friend
Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again
It is so circuitous and there
Is no literal terminal station
I know that he exists because I saw
The Christmas gong that he gave you
Hung adult burnt white from youthful
Internecine larks
I pull the burs from your fur coat
So happy I could die
You knowing that it's just a game
Takes all of the fun away
Oh, the gamelan blows
Did you go without saying goodbye?
Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again
The tyranny of no ideas while
Flower in Venn diagram palsy
Glass-eyed miscarriage and the stench of
May queens in February effluvia
Was like kissing a statue
Then I knew that I could
Be a lesser Pygmalion
Although the dream was sad it was
Nice to see you again
In a way before we were
Close enough to be enemies, my friend
Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again
It is so circuitous and there
Is no literal terminal station
I know that he exists because I saw
The Christmas gong that he gave you
Hung adult burnt white from youthful
Internecine larks
I pull the burs from your fur coat
So happy I could die
You knowing that it's just a game
Takes all of the fun away
Oh, the gamelan blows
Did you go without saying goodbye?
Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again
The tyranny of no ideas while
Flower in Venn diagram palsy
Glass-eyed miscarriage and the stench of
May queens in February effluvia
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