Tin Foil by Handsome Family
Tin Foil lyrics
Late New Year's Eve, paper hat on your head, it's hard to
believe you'll ever be dead. But that dream where you're
falling you've had since you're five is a bird on your
shoulder who whispers goodbye. Evil Knievel shot up from
dead grass. I loved him better each time he crashed. Liza
Minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that Skylab
would fall on her head. One night I dreamed that I dug my
own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait. Down
in the ground I breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew
down to nest in my hair.
What is moving will be still. What's been gathered will
disperse. What's been built up will collapse. All your
dreams fulfilled
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