Sunday, August 07, 2005

you'll never know
what you'll find
when you open up your letter box tomorrow
'cause a little bird never tells me anything
I want to know,
she's my best friend,
she's a sparrow
and I'll never never know
what you never never never want to know
when you know what you are, O.

if I had a pair of eyes on the back of my head
for each time
you forgot to take out all the things
you forgot to talk about when you took a bite
out of my spine,
I would have a lot of eyes on the other side,
wouldn't I?
wouldn't that just be fine?

too late or soon to make noise about love
and there's no time for sorrow
run around in the rain with a hole in the brain
till tomorrow.

     - They Might Be Giants ("Letterbox")

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