(these books were aliventhey spoke to me.nthe books have nothing to say!)nnInside ahead, it was a flood of white noisenAside the chair, it shut down for four daysnGreen and brown are growing sweet (...)nYou run the bar in through a picture of your time nnThe wind-up bird was her new muse (x3)nShe made the frontpage bad newsnnTell me a story insidenLie if you like but make the details true in my mindnWe need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glovenLie back and listennas I read you, my love.nnThe low mower side, sharpened his bladesnAnd we all told you that it's good to be scarednI turned the page and start laughing at my friendsnI looked into her eyes, so that we could pretendnnThe wind-up bird was her new musenShe made the frontpage bad newsnThe wind-up bird was her new musenShe made the frontpage bad newsnn(What is that over there?nThat? That's a rocket chair)nnWe need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glovenLie back and listennas I read you, my lovenTell me a story insidenLie if you like but make the details true in my mindnWe need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glovenLie back and listennas I read you, my love.