《Fatalist Palmistry》歌词

[00:00:00] Fatalist Palmistry - WHY?

[00:00:01] I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine

[00:00:04] And coffin rehersal

[00:00:08] I know a psychic who reads her own palms

[00:00:13] And her findings are personal

[00:00:14] She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,

[00:00:19] Well maybe she knows something i don't know

[00:00:23] But i am still alive in love and

[00:00:27] Wide eyed in my time

[00:00:30] Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths

[00:00:38] Your cat clawed out my eyes while i's

[00:00:41] Distracted by your smile

[00:00:44] And now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting

[00:00:52] And you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating

[00:00:58] 'Anna and nathan'

[00:01:01] Anna, i'm patient

[00:01:13] But your painted pony is fading

[00:01:17] Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

[00:01:20] And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me

[00:01:27] You count them blessings cause your net worth

[00:01:30] Oughta be less cream in your best dreams

[00:01:35] But god put a song on my palm

[00:01:37] That you can't read

[00:01:45] I'm lucky to be under

[00:01:49] This same sky that held

[00:01:52] The exhale from your first breath

[00:01:56] Like a ring on a pillow of clouds

[00:02:00] By you my tongue may stutter

[00:02:03] But my gift heart screams clear and swells

[00:02:08] To burst between the wrapped lengths

[00:02:11] Of its bowed ribbon cell

[00:02:16] But i am still alive in love and

[00:02:18] Wide eyed in my time

[00:02:24] Not a mummy shinking in its cloths

[00:02:31] There's a moth flock in my gut growing

[00:02:34] A tug at my groin like tides trying to

[00:02:38] Pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them

[00:02:42] And when we say your name our tongues catch flame

[00:02:49] And you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

[00:03:11] But your painted pony is fading

[00:03:15] Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

[00:03:18] And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me

[00:03:25] You count them blessings cause your net worth

[00:03:28] Oughta be less cream in your best dreams

[00:03:32] But god put a song on my palm

[00:03:35] That you can't read

[00:03:40] I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see