Idlework. - Antelope
Take the good out of my wrist againPlease take it home
Sunday mourning with an antelope
Singing through the phone
I really thought It'd be better than this
But time sleeps around
Relive my metamorphosis
What am I now?
Well if I'm crazy well then how would I know?
I'm half as old as I am blind
And if you touch me I'll be petrified
You don't need me, I don't need you
People are strange cause people are strangers
And the good ones look better alone
They get stranger when they're made of paper
And the water burns holes through them all
I've been thinking that I should've tried
Put a piece of paper on my neck
When will I remember I can fly
Outside, inside
People are strange cause people are strangers
And the good ones look better alone
They get stranger when they're made of paper
And the water burns holes through them all
Written by:
Ivo Winkley, Daisy Kane
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