the search continutes

i've come to realize that Andrew Bird is playing the theme song of my life.

the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
and she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise
she's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use
she's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
she's got blood in her eyes for you

certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads
they run you hot and cold like a rheostat, i mean a thermostat
so you bite on a towel
hope it won't hurt too bad

my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
what monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she says i like long walks and sci-fi movies
if you're six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and i'm gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head




i dont see how i never understand people. how i'm always stuck on the fence. the thoughts i have run hot and cold like a rheostat. a few simple comments can change your mind about someone, at least bring you down to earth. and i hope it won't hurt too bad. granted testimony meeting did last 40 minutes longer than what it should have, there still was no reason for a negative comment. and the other comments should of never been said either. even if she's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you. she's got blood in her eyes for you. something is up and i will have to pay more attention to it. maybe i'm just as crazy and some lonely night we can get together
and i'm gonna tie your wrists with leather, and drill a tiny hole into your head. i can figure out whats going on in her head. and maybe shes just not going to get to know me that well at all.